Koala Sprint

And out from the echoes of the night Concrete caverns catch the sky and hold the stars to ransom A thousand dreams it's getting late 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 Lord don't let me wait Stay low 'Cause I'm going up north 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... (Garrett/Moginie/Rotsey)