Coming out of Sydney

Country music playing

Cursing all of them who stayed



In the city

I own this city

Get drunker than a poet who just got paid



And I'm finally hoping

That I'll be torn open

So that every word I say is true



The words I'm shouting

While I work it out

In case trouble takes me and I don't make it through



You have to ship my body home

Ship my body home

All I ever wanted was to finish what I started

But there's no way I could do it on my own

You have to ship my body home



Driving through the mountains

Cutting through the night time

Stopping now and then to wonder why



I left the city

The quiet city

I killed its memory just to watch it die



And I'm finally hoping

That I'll be torn open

So that every word I say is true



The words you're hearing

While I make it clear

In case trouble takes me and I don't make it through



You have to ship my body home

Ship my body home

All I ever wanted was to finish what I started

But there's no way I could do it on my own

You have to ship my body

Ship my body

Ship my body

All I ever wanted was to finish what I started

So ship my body

All I ever wanted was to finish what I started

So ship my body

All I ever wanted was

All I ever wanted was

All I ever wanted once I finished what I started

Was to ship my body home