The New Matthew - Live

From what I hear
We are lucky
We're surrounded
And we definitely are alone
In our corner
Of the galaxy
It's the Milky Way

And from here
I can spy on
And observe
The place where I was definitely born
Tell the truth, you never lie
And please make sure all our mica-micaphone is on

With you
On the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday

Oh please
Stop crying
Now you're crying
I think your timing is possibly wrong
Never careful with money
But for money, we could be careful

Alone with you
On the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday

With you, Matthew
On the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday

We are blessed with electronics
But don't go swimmin' on your own
And you can't sleep here
'Cause we're living
And we're dying
In the spaces by the side of the road
Tire tracks and mudcaked footwear
And now we're lost
And very, very, very far from home

With you
On the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday

With you, Matthew
On the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday

Thank you, friends
I'm gonna hand you over to Glenn Thompson now
For a bunch of songs which we affectionately call the Boss Block