The clock doesn’t tick, only the odometer,
I’m moving through time, with each passing kilometre.
Driving in the outback, is measured in beer,
I’m on my fifth, but my vision is clear.
My eyelids are heavy, and the music is loud,
In the distance the moonlight, pokes through the clouds.
I’ve been driving two days, there’s one more to go,
Til I’m back by the ocean, at home by the coast.
My dog is beside me, quiet as a mouse,
For the past two months, this car’s been our house,
She is my friend, my companion, my mate,
She never chips in, but she never complains.
I’ve set up a camp, and rolled out my swag,
The rest of my life, is packed up in my bag.
My money is low, but my spirits are high.
I’ve run out of gas, and have to cook in the fire.
All I’ve been eating, are noodles and oats,
I’d like something else, but damn it I’m broke.
My clothes and my car, are covered in dust,
But I’m happy and free, and not really fussed.
Today I am young, but soon I’ll be old,
With grey hair and wrinkles, or perhaps I’ll be bald.
I will never regret, the youth that I squandered,
I’ll reminisce on my life, and far lands I wandered.
I might not be wealthy, but I hope I’ll be rich,
In knowledge and experience, I can share with my kids.