Mellow

So time ticks by, places change, people change, but when you look hard enough, your guaranteed to find a constant. You know, a couple of friends that are the same friends they were when you turned your back to the setting sun and returned to a place that only served as a prison for your soul, turning you over day in, day out like a pig on a spit?

So then you break the chains, you pack a bag, you remember what someone once said about never looking back and these feet below move you up a darkened highway. Then with the morning sun comes a first view of Perth, of the city and the houses and the famous Golden Arches, and you smile at your travelling companion and now, that no matter what the next day, week or month brings its gonna be fun.

Cruising round the streets, a song about a poker face or something, I dunno, the songs are all different nowadays. But the night air is cool, the sea breeze is loaded with salt, the girls are all around, the lads are drinking and singing together, and I'm mellow as man....