Текст: John Butler Trio. Close To You.

I got to get away man
Gotta clear my mind, mind, mind
Out of this mundane 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 jumping out of my tracks

Cuz I'm jacked up, sucked up, cut down, thrown around
Discared like a cigarette butt
I'm a just a no good excuse for a man
Yes you know I gotta pick myself up out of this rut

But I wanna be close to you
I wanna be close to you, you
I wanna be close to you
I wanna 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
Worked our whole damn lives just 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 kickin my ass
yeah

I'm roaming like a dog, yeah
looking for my bone, bone, bone
I gotta hijack my body just to make it my own, my own, my own, my own

Cuz I'm jacked up, sucked up, cut down, thrown around
Discared like a cigarette butt
I'm a just a no good excuse for a man
Yes you know I gotta pick myself up out of this rut

But I wanna be close to you
I wanna be close to you, you
I wanna be close to you
I wanna 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 make "IT", It's sold
So boy, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry

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 make "IT", It's sold
So boy, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry

Don't worry now
Yeah don't worry now
Yeah don't worry