The Ballad Of Me And My Friends

Everybody's got themselves a plan

Everybody thinks they'll be the man, including the girls

The musicians who lack the friends to form a band are singer-songwriters

The rest of us are DJ's or official club photographers

And tonight I'm playing another Nambucca show

So I'm going through my phonebook, texting everyone I know

And I quite a few I don't, whose numbers found their way into my phone

But they might come along anyway, you never really know

None of this is going anywhere

Pretty soon we'll all be old

And no one left alive will really care

About our glory days, when we sold our souls

But if you're all about the destination, then take a fucking flight

We're going nowhere slowly, but we're seeing all the sights

And we're definitely going to hell

But we'll have all the best stories to tell