Everybody's got themselves a plan,
Everybody thinks they'll be the man, including the girls
The musicians who lack the friends to form a band are singer-songwriters,
The rest of us are DJ's or official club photographers
And tonight I'm playing another Nambucca show,
So I'm going through my phonebook, texting everyone I know,
And I quite a few I don't, whose numbers found their way into my phone,
But they might come along anyway, you never really know

None of this is going anywhere –
Pretty soon we'll all be old,
And no one left alive will really care
About our glory days, when we sold our souls

But if you're all about the destination, then take a fucking flight
We're going nowhere slowly, but we're seeing all the sights
And we're definitely going to hell,
But we'll have all the best stories to tell