Music: Fin Greenall/Guy Whittaker
Don't let them know that you're finished
Let them know when you're done
That you're thinking of leaving, going early, taking the long way home
Speeding down the back roads leaving a trail of dust at your heels
Grinning at the headlights, white knuckles on the steering wheel
With your belly full
Don't let them know where you're going
They'll find out in the end
When you tiptoe to the exit making your excuses that'll never end
Got an early flight in the morning, got hungry mouths to feed
Connections to nurture, sew the seed
Got a thirst I gotta deal with, the first to feel it
White knuckles on the steering wheel
With your belly full
Window down, night air thick with the smell of the fields
And you memorise your senses knowing that the city is coming to erase it all
Thinking of taking the long way home
Thinking of taking the long way home
With your belly full