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
Got hungry mouths to feed
Connections to nurture, sew the seed
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

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