Written by Mike Plume and Luke Doucet
An early midlife crisis looms
And for me to survive
I’ll buy myself a motorbike
And learn how to ride
Stop out where the grass is dry
And the hills are tall and black
Sleep under the desert sky
With the dirt against my back
When the Eastern sky is blue
And the sparrows whisper low
I will make my windy way
Across the desert slow
To the cities and oasis’
That have sin and life and hope
Find me a girl who looks like you
And dance and drink and smoke
Dance and drink and smoke
With the dirt against my back
In the din, we laugh and hope
For the future, present, past
Rolling the dice
Come up sevens or snake eyes
At the end of the day
We’d have stayed that way
If we could
I wake up close to where I fell
My boots are in the fire
Rub my eyes and read the sky
The West is my desire
Destination?
Occupation?
Situation?
I don’t know…
Dance and drink and smoke
With the dirt against my back
In the din, we laugh and hope
For the future, present, past
Rolling the dice
Come up sevens or snake eyes
At the end of the day
We’d have stayed that way
At the end of the day
We’d have stayed that way
At the end of the day
We’d have stayed that way
If we could