Lyrics The Whitlams

The Whitlams

Out The Back

I wake and the sun has returned

Trees with their majesty back

I walk down to the sea

Yeah, I'll borrow some wax

I can sit out here like a teabag

No more exercise for me

Now I've made it out the back

Breathing in the colors

The blue was resting up for today

While it was kicking back

They were glass-blowing these waves

Its how the gum trees

Are stamped into the sky

I could be eight years old

With these colors in my eyes

Waking up in a dream out here

Sun is so low

It's throwing its shimmers at me

Skimming its stones

I can sit out here like a teabag

No more exercise for me

Now I've made it out the back

Back there they're bitching

I'm guilty of it too

Out here if you want a wave

Theres another one coming soon

I'm not surfing

I'm sitting out the back

All the kids are dropping in

On the old man on the plank

The kids are dropping in

On the old man on the plank