Close To You - John Butler Trio

I got to get away man

Got to clear my mind… mind…mind

Out og this god-forsaken 9−5 waste of my time

I’m gonna tell the boss man

I’m never coming back… back…back

I’m just a one way crazy locomotive jumpin off of my tracks

'cause I’m jacked up, sucked up, cut down

Thrown around, discarded like a cigarette butt

I’m just a no good excuse for a man

Yes you know i got to pick myself up out of this rut

But I want to be close to you, I want to be close to you, you

I want to be close to you, I want to be close to you

I don’t know why we’ve never been told

That the life we’re living it is made from gold

Work our whole damn lives just to try to make «IT», IT’s sold

So boy don’t worry don’t worry don’t worry

I got to get away man this moment it won’t last… last…last

I got a chained up brumby in my head and it’s kicking my ass

I’m roaming like a dog yeah

Looking for my bone… bone…bone

I got to hijack my body just to make it my own… my own… my own… my own

Because im jacked up, sucked up, cut down

Thrown around, discarded like a cigarette butt

I’m just a no good excuse for a man yes you know

I’ve got to pick myself up out of this rut

But I want to be close to you, I want to be close to you, you

I want to be close to you, I want to be close to you, you

I don’t know why we’ve never been told

That the life we’re living it is made from gold

Work our whole damn lives just to try to make «IT», IT’s sold

So boy don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry now

Don’t worry