Ready to Run

All the leaves on the north side still cling on
While the rest turn to blood orange, cinnamon
Winter's making Melbournians feel like they're home
Late night revellers ears are still ringing from
Sticky carpets and amplified jubilation
And the bouncers make peace the drunken patrons

Sunday afternoon's making us nervous because
All that's left of the weekend is what wasn't done
And the prospect of facing what our life's become
Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh
Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh

Had a call from an old friend just yesterday
Said an old mate of ours had just passed away
By his own hand and found by the children he loved
My friend said we should all have a get together
Make some good from this bad ask about each other
You can call me a cynic, but we're all on our own

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

Through the muck and the dirt and the weeds and the scum
I have crawled on my knees to what I've now become
The sun's coming out and I'm ready to run



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Howells
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