the mist outside this room
takes me home
the sun when it’s on my back
takes me back
i miss the hills, i miss the creek
i miss the slowness of the week
the farm seems so far away
from me today
and for the house built by my dad
i’m so glad
i miss the poles and i miss the beams
i miss the mud bricks and my soccer team
i guess i must be romanticising
all these fond memories of mine
but i’m sure that i can find the right time
to make these dreams of mine sublime
while i’m here the days fly by
it almost makes me cry
i keep staying up much to late
hangin out with all my mates
i guess it’s time to go home
why don’t you come along
we’d have so much fun
it’s quite a nice block
i guess that’s not too much of a shock
we could grow lots of vegies on our own
if you don’t want, we don’t need a phone
you know i don’t really wanna be here
but i think i’ll stay for a little while
and try to convince just a few of you
to move to the bush and live in style
i guess i must be romanticising
all these fond memories of mine
but i’m sure that i can find the right time
to make these dreams of mine sublime