| So there I am
|
| Sittin' cramped up in my seat
|
| Half asleep, lookin' out the plane window
|
| Just lookin' at the clouds
|
| All of a sudden they part and there she is
|
| So I’m comin' down lookin' over the city
|
| All the familiar places I can see
|
| I’ve seen it a million times before, but
|
| I don’t know, somethin' 'bout that moment
|
| Never looked so good, ha ha
|
| Touch down and I hit the ground runnin'
|
| February 12, 2008
|
| Make my way off the plane, wait around for my luggage
|
| Hit the gate, see my dad, drop my bags and I hug him
|
| Feel the sun’s warmth as we leave the airport
|
| Catchin' up on all that’s happened while I been away
|
| And he tells me with a great big smile on his face
|
| That finally the king is dead and everything must change
|
| And as we cruise through the alleys and the streets
|
| I’m struck by the beauty of familiarity
|
| Big things, small things, all things in their place, man
|
| I swear it’s like I left just yesterday
|
| But it seems like an age since my team parted ways
|
| And we each headed off into the wide blue yonder
|
| I can’t wait to see 'em, 'cause it’s true what they say
|
| 'Bout absence and the way it makes your heart grow fonder
|
| The next day and we head to the park for celebrations
|
| 'Cause everybody’s got them good vibrations
|
| Givin' out pounds and its hugs all round
|
| 'Cause we all so excited to be reunited
|
| They say there’s no place that’s quite like it, and
|
| If there is well I’m yet to find it
|
| So we party all night to the break of dawn light
|
| In the place that I call my own, it feels good to be home
|
| See, I’ve searched the corners of the earth
|
| And this is what I’ve found
|
| No matter where I go carry where I’m from
|
| So raise your hands up to the sky now
|
| For the ground beneath your feet
|
| This will always be the place where l belong
|
| See, I’ve searched the corners of the earth
|
| And this is what I’ve found
|
| No matter where I go carry where I’m from
|
| So raise your hands up to the sky now
|
| For the ground beneath your feet
|
| This will always be the place where l belong
|
| So now it’s one year later on the way to Good Vibes
|
| Valentine’s Day, 2009
|
| It’s kinda crazy how the calendar’s days can fly by
|
| And you watchin' fireworks light up the night sky
|
| When I arrive this year I use a different gate
|
| 'Cause the Double S is playing so we chillin' backstage
|
| And I make it in just in time to see 'em rock the house
|
| One Dayers in the place and we turn the party out
|
| And it make me so proud when I look in the crowd
|
| And see friends and family representin' the hometown
|
| People that I grew up with, little brothers and sisters
|
| It’s like the whole neighbourhood was right there with us
|
| And it seems like every year the crew just gets bigger
|
| New names and faces, watch as the plot thickens
|
| New chapters in the story of the streets that raised me
|
| The streets that made me the way I am today, see
|
| This year me and Adit been all over the country
|
| And got love for every spot from Byron Bay to Bunbury
|
| But there ain’t nowhere that I’d rather rest my feet
|
| Than in the inner west side of the S-Y-D
|
| So when I’m a grown man with a home loan plan
|
| And I wanna settle down and own my own land
|
| No doubt in my mind where I’ma put down my roots
|
| In the place that I call my own, that’s the truth
|
| See, I’ve searched the corners of the earth
|
| And this is what I’ve found
|
| No matter where I go carry where I’m from
|
| So raise your hands up to the sky now
|
| For the ground beneath your feet
|
| This will always be the place where l belong
|
| See, I’ve searched the corners of the earth
|
| And this is what I’ve found
|
| No matter where I go carry where I’m from
|
| So raise your hands up to the sky now
|
| For the ground beneath your feet
|
| This will always be the place where l belong |