And out from the echoes of the night Concrete caverns catch the sky and hold the stars to ransom A thousand dreams it´s getting late Thousand runners standing still
I can smell the sand and sea again I´ve had enough away City times down down I´ve got to go Lord don´t let me wait Stay low ´Cause I´m going up north again
It´s a long way from Chatswood to the top of the gulf I´ll be hitching pacific when the morning sun´s up It´s mile after mile on the long coast road Smell of frangipani ocean sky blue
But I´m sick of seeing those beer can caravans I´m getting even sicker of the thong drive-in I´m feeling worse and worse at the chiko locallo
And the pubs all close at ten
Summer sun´s got me stopping Summer sun´s got me trying I´m waiting round for those waves and days I hope it never ends
Well there´s a new world bricking in the Old World charm Suburbs highway pass cicada-coloured farms Buy a car, sell a car, lead a car away 20 hours to Brisbane on night prowl play 20 hours to Brisbane...where´s Brisbane...