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