Don't let them know that you're finished

Let them know when you're done

That you're thinking of leaving

going early, taking the long way home

Speeding down the back roads leaving

a trail of dust at your heels

Grinning at the headlights

white knuckles on the steering wheel

With your belly full

With your belly full

Don't let them know where you're going

They'll find out in the end

When you tiptoe to the exit making

your excuses that'll never end

Got an early flight in the morning, hungry mouths to feed

Connections to nurture, sew the seeds and

Got a thirst I gotta deal with, the first to feel it

White knuckles on the steering wheel

With your belly full

With your belly full

The window down

night air thick with the smell of the fields

And you memorise your senses knowing

that the city is coming to erase it all

Thinking of taking the long way home

Thinking of taking the long way home

With your belly full

With your belly full