Australia

Australia

If I were to think of just myself,
If I were to care only about my health,
I would be in Australia by now,
But something’s stopping me…Who, what, where and how?

Off to Australia,
But there’s paraphernalia,
That I’m missing,
Something I should be kissing,
And holding hands with,
And walking by the roadside,
I never realised,
That I could be so shy.

This heart of mine needs company,
A mix of adulthood and infancy,
I want to relieve stress down below,
I want to go where my heart will grow.

Off to Australia,
But there’s paraphernalia,
That I’m missing,
Something I should be kissing,
And holding hands with,
And walking by the roadside,
I never realised,
That I could be so shy.

This is the time for change,
The time for me to re-arrange,
Come here; share this life with me,
My love is the one thing that would come free,
Every village needs a clown,
And Melbourne’s last one got mowed down,
My size Nineteen’s should fit his boots,
I’ll go if you come and try new fruits…

{Metronome Only}
Off to Australia,
But there’s paraphernalia,
That I’m missing,
Something I should be kissing,
And holding hands with,
And walking by the roadside,
I never realised,
That I could be so shy.

{Instruments Back}
Off to Australia,
But there’s paraphernalia,
That I’m missing,
Something I should be kissing,
And holding hands with,
And walking by the roadside,
I never realised,
That I could be so shy.

Sorry but, 'i'll go if you come and try new fruits'! There has got to be something better that rhyms with boots.