Once I was the youngest now the middle branch
hung from the family tree
Older than my first born brother
Never made it quite to forty three
So let it ring, let the bell ring out for you
May it sing of your beautiful truth
Take your leave on the rising tide
Travel slow enjoy the ride
Everyone is waiting on the ticking bomb
That lies beneath their skin
Nonetheless we carry on like we were born
For breathing poison in
You're right where you belong
Beneath Blue Toowong skies cut so deep in our bones
You surround - those of us you love