Clapton Something's going on 'round here But I'm not sure what it is Just a feeling I can't explain On these mean and dirty streets. Sitting in my car, crawling inch by inch In this cold and dirty rain I think I'll just get outta here And I won't come back again. I'm flying down the Gold Coast Highway Feeling like I've grown into my wings The way they treat you here is just a shame But I'll always remember the simple things. There are cowboys in this town Who'll make a mess of you They only want to put you down Because they can't face the truth. Everybody talks so much But no one's listening That's why they're all so out of touch And their words don't mean a thing. I'm flying down the Gold Coast Highway Feeling like I've grown into my wings The way they treat you here is just a shame But I'll always remember the simple things. I'm flying down the Gold Coast Highway Feeling like I've grown into my wings The way they treat you here is just a shame But I'll always remember the simple things, the simple things, the simple things, the simple things, mmm The simple things.