Everybody´s got themselves a plan,
Everybody thinks they´ll be the man, including the
Girls.
The musicians who lack the friends to form a band are
Singer-songwriters,
The rest of us are dj´s or official club
Photographers.
And tonight i´m playing another nambucca show,
So i´m going through my phonebook, texting everyone i
Know,
And i quite a few i don´t, whose numbers found their
Way into my phone,
But they might come along anyway, you never really
Know.

None of this is going anywhere
Pretty soon we´ll all be old,
And no one left alive will really care
About our glory days, when we sold our souls.

But if you´re all about the destination, then take a
Fucking flight.
We´re going nowhere slowly, but we´re seeing all the
Sights.
And we´re definitely going to hell,
But we´ll have all the best stories to tell.