Trace your fingers down the lines beneath my eyes
Near the same crowded beach by the old broken signs
Take some money from the car so we can start
To pay off failing artists writing love songs in Hobart
I guess that I really just never wanna leave
Drive back north just to say goodbye to all that I've seen
Let your father know that she cared
And she was there to guide her only child with the wisdom that she could spare
When my mothers gone as well I don't think that I'll stand a chance all on my own
With these useless, delicate hands
I guess that I really just never wanna leave
Take that same boat over back to my depressing routine
Back to the study and the 21st century scheme
At least all my friends are there and man, they've been good to me