Kiss my dry skin
Tell me that I've been
The best
I can be
I'm going to the service station
Filling my tank with 95
And through the western suburbs
I'm gonna drive
I'll hit every green light
On Stirling Highway
And though I may cry
My tears will all dry
With the demister on full
And the harbor tugboats pull
But for the first time
I won't feel cruel
I'll drive past the dive bars
Where we laughed and drank Swan draft
And through the car parks
Where I've cried and I've basked
In my own mess
Glory and misery are both best
Served when you are wasted
With tears in your dress
And though I'd love to say that I
Have no reason to drive home
That I could put my foot down
On that wide open road
But the Nullarbor won't know me
And I barely remember it
The last time that I was out there
I was just a little kid
Someday I swear I'll go back
And sweat into the dirt
She won't remember me
But I'll remember her
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