Sydney Loner

Wake to the building's alarm, not mine Calm the dog, then myself, in time Stir coffee with keys as I hit the road To claim the only desk that adjusts its load Got 20 bucks in hand, decisions weigh A rose for her or Hawke's to last the day Better save it for fines and tolls Dodge surprises and take over control Feeling good cuz I'm well employed No enemies and no meaning in life Counting till the month's dead end When I get my pay to pay Westpac again Wind drives F2; my boss sails to her shore I'm lost again in WestConnex's winding core No navi doesn't mean my eyes are blind Chase the light from high beams behind Opera House shines but feels so far Closer in postcards than where we are But I've left my vomit on the CBD's stone So now Sydney's my forever home Feeling good cuz I'm well employed No enemies and no meaning in life Counting till the month's dead end When I get my pay to pay Westpac again On a hot summer day, two flies went to war Battling above my beef pho's steam Both lost, drowning in the broth I scooped them out, took a sip, and called it cuisine Feeling good cuz I'm well employed No enemies and no meaning in life Counting till the month's dead end When I get my pay to pay Westpac again Feeling good cuz I'm still employed No enemies and no meaning in life But I'll live for another thousand years 'Cause a thousand and one's not in my budget tiers