Get to Melbourne jetlagged and tired Didn? t sleep at all on the flight Three little hours that I? ll never get back there? s a life I left behind First thing I do is buy some papers for a smoke, Thought it would sound good in a song Next thing I do is look up at tall buildings, what? s this city hold for me? So wont you hear me play music Wont you let me sing my songs tonight Cause there? s a few things I? ve given up just to get here There? s a few things I? ll never set right Sometimes I think where will I be in five years? Will I be older but things still the same Or will I be doing what I? ve dreamt of since twelve Coz writing songs is my game And I pray that? s what I play music and the cruel things said ain? t right Cause something can grow so shallow and selfish If it only lives under stage lights