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