Wide Open Road

Kiss my dry skin
Tell me that i've been
The best
That I can be

I'm going to the service station
Filling my tank with 95
And through the western suburbs
I'm gonna drive

I'll hit every green light
On Stirling Highway
And though I may cry
My tears will all dry

With the de-mister on full
And in the harbour tugboats pull
But for the first time
I won't feel cruel

I'll drive past the dive bars
Where we laughed and drank Swan Draught
And through the carparks
Where I've cried and I've basked

In my own mess
Glory and misery are both best
Served when you are wasted
With tears in your dress

And though I'd love to say that I
Have no reason to drive home
That I could put my foot down
On that wide open road

But the Nullarbor won't know me
And I barely remember it
The last time that I was out there
I was just a little kid

Someday I swear I'll go back
And sweat into the dirt
She won't remember me
But I'll remember her