Walking back to my house the morning after the sugar cube
And the heavens opened up and drowned the heat
With the trace elements tickling my spine
I took my shoes off and danced in puddles on the sudden downpour ghost town street
Hello, my name is Wil and I slept through the millennium
But what I wouldn't give to be young, dreaming and ten again
It's New Year 2009, with what's in my system I won't be sleeping for a long time
And when I was a boy, I thought I was a fish and I still love the ocean like when I was a kid
But lately I have come to the conclusion, that I'm disappointingly probably human
And I've come a long way from those amphibious days
And I'd like to thank the things I've seen, the friends that I've made
All the people that have hurt me, the times that I've been saved and to music
Which has made me its most obliging slave
There's blood on this guitar, there's sweat between these keys
When I step forward to the mic it's with my tail between my knees
But we aren't here to fight, we are here to dance
No, we aren't here to fight, we are here to dance
And then the summer crept up like only a Melbourne summer can
We ducked back in our alleys and pretended to hate our tans
And told each other one day, we'd all look back and smile
While knowing that we've been drinking ourselves to sleep for a long time
And now we're back at work and we're working on those numbers
They're getting us in our sleep, we're having nightmares in our slumber
About the dealers and the overheads we're going to have to pay
Just pass out, pass out, pass out, pass out
It's a job for another day
And last night I kissed a girl that I met in a bar, which seems momentous given how things are
We made out all morning then slept in the afternoon and she said: "Wil, I think that I can deal with you"
And I never found the right way to say thanks to Alex for keeping my head screwed on
For telling me when I was wrong, even though I've known all along
It's time to clean up, start a band, get back on the road again, stay sober and appreciate my friends
So I'd like to say thank you to every single one of you for everything
And then the summer crept up like only a Melbourne summer can
We ducked back in our alleys and pretended to hate our tans
And told each other one day, we'd look back and smile
While knowing that we've been drinking ourselves to sleep for a long time
And now we're back at work and we're working on those numbers
They're getting us in our sleep, we're having nightmares in our slumber
About the dealers and the overheads we're going to have to get pay
Just pass out, pass out, pass out, pass out
It's a job for another day