Leaving
Down near the racecourse where the market gardens used to run rife
When we first moved in I'd hear horses in the dead of the night
That old avenue of trees, took a century to make
History replaced, we negative geared them away yeah
I used to drive trucks and machinery for 10 dollars an hour
Labour the days in the sun and sleep through the night
Along the way I swapped those gloves for a tie, a two button suit
My phones been running my life, but baby
I'm not leaving your kiss, I'm not leaving our kids, but I'm leaving this life
I'm leaving these 5 am phone calls with people I don't even like
I'm taking my boots and my bikes and that picture from our wedding night
I'll wait up for you but until sundown but baby, I'm leaving this life
I'm shutting up shop my fair city, I wish you all well
You can have your quinoa and kale salad and your Monash Freeway
I'm going back to the flood plains and the iron bark trees
Put me to work make me sweat till I fall on my knees
I want to go back, I want to go back, to where I belong
I want to go back, I want to go back, to where I belong
I'm not leaving your kiss, I'm not leaving our kids, but I'm leaving this life
I'm leaving these 5 am phone calls with people I don't even like
I'm taking my boots and my bikes and that picture from our wedding night
I'll wait up for you but until sundown but baby, I'm leaving this life
I'll wait up for until sundown but baby, I'm leaving this life
I'll wait up for you until sundown but baby, I'm leaving this life
When we first moved in I'd hear horses in the dead of the night
That old avenue of trees, took a century to make
History replaced, we negative geared them away yeah
I used to drive trucks and machinery for 10 dollars an hour
Labour the days in the sun and sleep through the night
Along the way I swapped those gloves for a tie, a two button suit
My phones been running my life, but baby
I'm not leaving your kiss, I'm not leaving our kids, but I'm leaving this life
I'm leaving these 5 am phone calls with people I don't even like
I'm taking my boots and my bikes and that picture from our wedding night
I'll wait up for you but until sundown but baby, I'm leaving this life
I'm shutting up shop my fair city, I wish you all well
You can have your quinoa and kale salad and your Monash Freeway
I'm going back to the flood plains and the iron bark trees
Put me to work make me sweat till I fall on my knees
I want to go back, I want to go back, to where I belong
I want to go back, I want to go back, to where I belong
I'm not leaving your kiss, I'm not leaving our kids, but I'm leaving this life
I'm leaving these 5 am phone calls with people I don't even like
I'm taking my boots and my bikes and that picture from our wedding night
I'll wait up for you but until sundown but baby, I'm leaving this life
I'll wait up for until sundown but baby, I'm leaving this life
I'll wait up for you until sundown but baby, I'm leaving this life
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Writer(s): Nicholas Howells
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