The parts of me I thought I knew, I didn’t until June,
So now I dance with solitude when all I want is you.
Forget about the summer, when it’s abandoned ship,
Make way for all the autumn leaves, the courage and the wit.
Winter falls around us and so does the perennial tree,
The shock, the blow, the sob; the heartbreak felt across the sea.
The seasons stop for no one, and the springtime says hello,
Blossoming flowers mean less these days, that’s all I really know.
Pack up, pack up, it’s escape o’clock
There are shores out there waiting so patiently.
My minds made up,
Time’s filled the cup.
Australia, please be good to me.
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