My coffees cold upon the table, where I left it the day before,
cause i didn't have time to drink it, before heading out the door.
just put my shoes on, and sighed goodbye to my day.
and then all day at work, I was typing in my phone,
a massive list of things to do, the moment I got home,
like write that letter, that you've been waiting on now for weeks.

but I just fell onto the couch and watched a gameshow on tv
terrified I had become who i said I would never be,
cause whats the point, of making a living if you don't feel alive.
packed all my things into my bag,
gave two months notice to my dad,
i'll be moving down to melbourne again,
for second chance with a new group of friends,

To sing songs with me, underneath the house,
and we'll keep practicing and book ourselves some shows,
then we'll keep travelling, to places we've never been,
and blur the line between, working hard and having a good time.

Been drinking back yard beers with the high-school friends
while I'm in my hometown,
they're all afraid they've reached the age its time to settle down,
and i guess thats fine,
but theres still a thousand things i'd like to do.

so I'll be making that trip down the Hume,
in a matter of two months,
With a handful of new songs
and cashed up from the Christmas rush,
would it be fine, to park my van out front of your house?

I guess all by myself at first, but later on who knows,
I'm sure I'll meet a bunch of music types
just hanging out at shows,
and I'll say to them "lets stick together and take on the road".

I've got in my head that i wanna play a heap of gigs,
singing songs about how great it is to love the life you live.
and im not working for a living, I'm living to make this work,

To sing songs with me, underneath the house,
and we'll keep practicing and book ourselves some shows,
then we'll keep travelling, to places we've never been,
and blur the line between, working hard and having a good time.