Give me no restrictions on what I do or say. Don't speak of tomorrow when it's still today. Leave me to my selfish ways I'm well enough alone. That is what I tell myself as I stumble home. Derelict across the street in the garbage bin. Looks like he's found something neat judging by his grin. Such a long long way to go hope I get there soon. Wish I could jump a great height and land in my front room. Whoa-oh-oh-Whoa-oh-oh. Wake up in the morning make sure I'm still alive. Percolate the coffee opens up my eyes. Hear the cricket calling switch on the TV. Sit and stare for hours and cheer Dennis Lillee. Whoa-oh-oh-Whoa-oh-oh. Through the de-restriction zone we pass a long wide load. Laugh at the reflections of cat's eyes on the road. Freeways hypnotize me up up and away. Hope we make it home tonight. Be that as it may. Whoa-oh-oh-Whoa-oh-oh.