Words and Music by Ben Scott © 2023

There were years when we thought we had it made
New clients coming in, even turning some away
We were taking on staff and spending weekends in the sun
‘Till that evening when I told you it had all gone wrong

Chorus A:
You saw me slump back, take a shaky sip
Silence descending on the sinking ship
Standing at the gate to an unknown path
Didn’t know where we’re going and nobody we could ask

Three years since I’ve worked like a bum
Got myself a taxi did the Dublin airport run
I battled with the masses queuing down on Merchant Quay
On a Saturday night it’s just a vacant sign sea

Chorus A

Chorus B:
But it’s not the end love, just a crack in the concrete
Hardly rates a mention my love, in fact on the contrary
Why wouldn’t you go if you were given the chance
I wish we were there already

Sydney sun shines brightly in your mind
You only see the beaches and the summer all the time
I’ve been there and I’m telling you it’s not all true
That land’s so big it can swallow up the likes of me and you

Chorus A

Chorus B