I came back home. I mucked about.
I hope I never work it out.
I doubt there’s much we have to do.
I doubt there’s anythin’ to prove.
It’s all a bit of wastin’ time
and pickin’ sweets along the vine.
Plus on the brink of full collapse,
go easy, bruh, on runnin’ laps.
Remember, now, you really can
just laugh at how it’s hit the fan.
But all that for another day.
For now, I love you Adelaide.