Up There
Narrow lanes and wide streets
Not half so many cars as there are trees
And autumn starts in February
I don't find huntsman spiders scary
I was weaned off that at ten years old
I could walk home from school by myself
Through the bush track up the lane
Not meet anybody else
Summer was waterfalls and the lake
They said it was dangerous but we swam in it anyway
Learning to politely ignore what our parents would say
Up there
Where the air is sweet
And there's room to breathe
Up there
Where the air is sweet
And there's room to breathe
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm)
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm)
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm)
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm)
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm)
And everything closes by five-thirty
When you grow up getting your feet dirty
You'll climb back up that hill to see your home
Ooh, we'll get our P's to get ourselves out
But I'm scared 'cause that means thinking about
Not seeing your faces every day
Up there
Where the air is sweet
And there's room to breathe
Up there
Where the air is sweet
And there's room to breathe
Narrow lanes and wide streets
Not half so many cars as there are trees
Not half so many cars as there are trees
And autumn starts in February
I don't find huntsman spiders scary
I was weaned off that at ten years old
I could walk home from school by myself
Through the bush track up the lane
Not meet anybody else
Summer was waterfalls and the lake
They said it was dangerous but we swam in it anyway
Learning to politely ignore what our parents would say
Up there
Where the air is sweet
And there's room to breathe
Up there
Where the air is sweet
And there's room to breathe
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm)
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm)
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm)
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm)
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm)
And everything closes by five-thirty
When you grow up getting your feet dirty
You'll climb back up that hill to see your home
Ooh, we'll get our P's to get ourselves out
But I'm scared 'cause that means thinking about
Not seeing your faces every day
Up there
Where the air is sweet
And there's room to breathe
Up there
Where the air is sweet
And there's room to breathe
Narrow lanes and wide streets
Not half so many cars as there are trees
Credits
Writer(s): Isobel Knight
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