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...
