The Coast of New South Wales

Here we sit Across the table from each other A thousand miles from both our mothers Barely old enough to rust Here we sit Pretending both our hearts are anchors Taking candy from these strangers Amidst the diesel and the dust And here we sit Singing words nobody taught us Drinking fire, and spitting sawdust Trying to teach ourselves to breathe We haven't yet But every chorus brings us closer Every flyer and every poster Gives a piece of what we need And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold You'd be better off to drink your coffee black But I swear, the land it listened to the stories that we told God bless the busted boat that brings us back Morning's rough It don't give a damn about the mission Has no aesthetic or tradition Only lessons never learned And I'd had enough About a month ago tomorrow Parting holds no trace of sorrow For the bitter and the burned And the piss they call tequila even Waylon wouldn't drink Well I'd rather sip this Listerine I packed But I swear, we've never seen a better place to sit and think God bless the busted ship that brings us back And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold You'd be better off to drink your coffee black But I swear, the land it listened to the stories that we told God bless the busted boat that brings us back