Mi Goreng

I'll tell you 'bout some friends of mine
Go on a journey back in time
Riding through the streets of our home town
So naive, legally brown
We'd stay awake eat pasta bake and drink cheap wine
And we still turned out fine

But then we grow old
Our cards begin to fold
And we call that life
It's a feeling I can't explain
Mi goreng and these friends
That's how a good story ends

Heading out on Saturday night
But accidentally start a fight
Johnny and mi goreng for my birthday
All the poker we'd play
In our pursuit of happiness I know I'll miss
When we were young

'Cos then we grow old
Our cards begin to fold
And we call that life
It's a feeling I can't explain
Mi goreng and these friends
That's how a good story ends

We moved to the city and now we're so busy
It's such a shame, to feel estranged
I know it's a pity but when hang out
It's still the same, nothing has changed

When we grow old
Our cards begin to fold
We call that life
It's a feeling I can't explain

Triple J by the pool
Summer days after school
This is what good friends do
Take me back to that sweet 5 pack
I don't need anyone but you