An air from it echoes of the night
  Concrete cabins catch the sky and they hold the stars for ransom
  A thousand dreams it's getting late
  A 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
  So don't let me wait
  Said hello
  'Cause I'm going on up 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...