Back to Mine -

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine

Back to mine, back to mine

At clock off time I’m going back to mine

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine

At clock off time, where you gonna find me?

Going back to mine

Let me tell you why

I’m going back to mine:

Because thats my comfort zone

Don’t you love that phrase?

«I'm going to push you around and if you complain

Thats just you not wanting to get out of your comfort zone.»

From the environments inexorable revenge

To the multiplying cells in your body

Everything in this technicolour universe

Is already conspiring to take you out of your comfort zone

So I’m making it my life’s work

To spend as much time as possible back in it

And the next time someone tries that phrase on you

Well you know maybe you could take them out of theirs?

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine

Back to a time when «comfortable» was not a crime

Whatever may be your cup of tea, its fine by me

Like watching re-runs of MacGyver underneath your favourite rug

Playing around with your collection of commemorative mugs

Tinkering out in your shed with that car that never runs

Or when your partner leaves you, running home to mum

Wearing uggboots round the house

Playing Bon Jovi really loud

Reading books that arent allowed

By the «Oh, its so hard to find good coffee» crowd

Back to mine, back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine

I’m going, going, going, gone!

Ten kinds of birds singing in the trees

Morning cup of tea

Favourite pair of jeans

And I’m going back to mine

Got this old trannie blaring out footy

Doing household stuff kinda leisurely

And I’m going back to mine

Kids in their doonas tucked up nice

Log fire’s warm and the beers on ice

And I’m going back to mine

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going… back to mine

Back to mine, back to mine, I’m going back to mine