Narrow lanes and wide streets Not half so many cars as there are trees And autumn starts in February I don't find huntsman spiders scary I was weaned off that at ten years old I could walk home from school by myself Through the bush track up the lane Not meet anybody else Summer was waterfalls and the lake They said it was dangerous but we swam in it anyway Learning to politely ignore what our parents would say Up there Where the air is sweet And there's room to breathe Up there Where the air is sweet And there's room to breathe (Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm) (Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm) (Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm) (Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm) (Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm) And everything closes by five-thirty When you grow up getting your feet dirty You'll climb back up that hill to see your home Ooh, we'll get our P's to get ourselves out But I'm scared 'cause that means thinking about Not seeing your faces every day Up there Where the air is sweet And there's room to breathe Up there Where the air is sweet And there's room to breathe Narrow lanes and wide streets Not half so many cars as there are trees