Leave it by the roadside,
I can't carry this all tonight,
This is quite concerning,
But there's other things on my mind,
Kids don't sell their hopes so fast.
Fickle are the weekdays,
Cause they seem flatter than these tyres,
Summer's on the outro,
Mosquito coils and pine tree fires.
Kids don't sell their hopes so fast,
Cause they're worth more than both of us,
And even if you don't get so far,
At least we've learned to drive that car.
Oh No, Saw her wash away and let it go,
Because I said so.
Leave it by the roadside,
I can't carry this all tonight,
This is quite concerning,
But there's other things on my mind,
Kids don't sell their hopes so fast.
Cause they're worth more than both of us,
And even if you don't get so far,
At least we've learned to drive that car.