* take me home *
Take me home
I am all done with roaming
Take me home
All these foreign cities look the same
Take me home
To the world of vegemite and lamingtons
Take me home
I homesick for the Sun's attentions
My backpacks full
Of strange coins and adventures
Trinkets and cheap postcards bought
In a dozen semi-exotic ports
All these accents run into incomprehensibility
Give me a Queensland drawl
Or a no worries from the south
Sydneysiders where everyones mate
Take me home
I am done with foreign roaming
Take me home
Where all your complaining is whinging
Take me home
To snakes and flies and sharks
Take me home
To horizon skylines uninvaded
Take me home
To eucalyptus scent and kookaburra laughter
Take me home
I am done with foreign roaming
Take me home
To my own bed
Take me home
By plane sea or even walking
Take me home
And set me free
Take me home
Just take me home
Every journey must have an ending
Take me home
So I can begin all my new beginnings
Take me home
Because I am all done with this foreign roaming
Take me home.
Take me home.
Take me home.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Take me home
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