I pack my boot up and drive
Everything that's necessary for my life
My jack, tools and tyre repair kit
It makes me look the part, but in Bridgestone I will sit
Driving through the quiet rural towns
A novelty sized fruit stands with nobody around
The cattle station hums into the night
But I ain't seen nothing yet, ya see
The sun at my back when I wake
My brain see-saws, is this a big mistake?
Constant phone calls ring out
It's nothing personal, I just need a people drought
The mesmerising ocean dances slow
Tormenting the great desert with its tantalising show
The UHF, it crackles hard
And I've only got this far, ya see
And I've only got this far
I'm hoping for a grand epiphany
That comes to me
I'm struggling, but if I trek a little further
Into the dust, into the bush
I'm stuck, but it's something I will feel
In my guts and in my blood
I want to rattle my own cage
And I'll keep on rolling 'til its done
Nowhere to be
And I got time to kill
Nowhere to be
And I got time to kill
Nowhere to be
And I got time to kill
Nowhere to be
And I got time to kill
And I got time to kill
I'm hoping for a grand epiphany
That comes to me
I'm struggling, but if I trek a little further
Into the dust, into the bush
I'm stuck, but it's something I will feel
In my guts and in my blood
I want to rattle my own cage
And I'll keep on rolling 'til its done