Coming out of Sydney   Country music playing   Cursing all of them who stayed      In the city   I own this city   Get drunker than a poet who just got paid      And I'm finally hoping   That I'll be torn open   So that every word I say is true      The words I'm shouting   While I work it out   In case trouble takes me and I don't make it through      You have to ship my body home   Ship my body home   All I ever wanted was to finish what I started   But there's no way I could do it on my own   You have to ship my body home      Driving through the mountains   Cutting through the night time   Stopping now and then to wonder why      I left the city   The quiet city   I killed its memory just to watch it die      And I'm finally hoping   That I'll be torn open   So that every word I say is true      The words you're hearing   While I make it clear   In case trouble takes me and I don't make it through      You have to ship my body home   Ship my body home   All I ever wanted was to finish what I started   But there's no way I could do it on my own   You have to ship my body   Ship my body   Ship my body   All I ever wanted was to finish what I started   So ship my body   All I ever wanted was to finish what I started   So ship my body   All I ever wanted was   All I ever wanted was   All I ever wanted once I finished what I started   Was to ship my body home