don't wanna sit up straight
or look you in the face
i keep checking over your shoulder
cos i've been dreaming of low-flying jets
sweet town knocked my head over
over and over
you got your head in the clouds
you can't hear me at all
and i don't know what to say
cos i don't know what's wrong
it's just a headache i suppose
thrown back like a sinking boat
i keep thinking it's all over
cos i've been dreaming of undertows
and the places that you go
and my head slips off your shoulder
you got your head in the clouds
you can't hear me at all
and i don't know what to say
cos i don't know what's wrong
you can't hear me at all
been staying up too late
i keep dreaming of lost in space
and when i wake up
i start to break upCome and take a drive out of the city
Packed some smoke and some wine in an esky
Got to get the hell out of the suburbs
Hit the open road where the air's pure
And if the sun doesn't fall on your shoulder
As we make our way south past the beach
Then I could die a million deaths of dissapointment
I promised you your best times would be spent with me
Even in my car it shouldn't take long
We'll find a nice looking pier to park our chairs on
Leave the trouble of distance behind us
Thow in fishing rods gotten for christmas
We'll make good time
Taking it easy
Cos we can