Departures (Blue Toowong Skies)

Once I was the youngest

Now the middle branch

Hung from the family tree

Older than my first born brother

Never made it quite to 43

Let it ring, let the bell ring out for you

May it sing of your beautiful truth

Take your leave on the rising tide

Travel slow, enjoy the ride

Everyone is waiting on the ticking bomb

That lies beneath their skin

Nonetheless we carry on like we were born

For breathing poison in

Let it ring, let the bell ring out for you

May it sing of your beautiful truth

Take your leave on the rising tide

Travel slow, enjoy the ride

You're right where you belong

Beneath Blue Toowong Skies

Cut so deep in our bones

You surround those of us you love

Let it ring, let the bell ring out for you

May it sing of your beautiful truth

Take your leave on the rising tide

Travel slow, enjoy the ride

Let it ring, let the bell ring out for you

May it sing of your beautiful truth

Take your leave on the rising tide

Travel slow, enjoy the ride