Where Fields Once Were

Rolling down the freeway on bowling lane traffic ways
All the way to Melbourne through the night and half the day
Forget about the cell phone for a while
Forget about reception everything’ll be alright

Down the Hume Highway
Everything’ll be okay
On this interstate highway

Even if we kill each other it won’t be today
‘Cause there’s another fucken empty pub that we’ve gotta play
Get into the Hiace drive away
Forget about the girls back home It’ll be okay

Down the Hume Highway
Everything’ll be alright
On this interstate line

Truck stops, junk shops, submarines and handjobs
Leaving after midnight, Brian’s in the y-fronts
Please go lightly through the night
But forget about sleeping, everything’ll be alright

Down the Hume Highway
Everything’ll be okay
On this interstate highway