Something's going on round here, But I'm not sure what it is, Just a feeling I can't explain On these mean and dirty streets; Sitting in my car, crawling inch by inch In this cold and dirty rain, I think I'll just get outa here And I won't come back again; CHORUS; I'm flyin' down the Gold Coast Highway, Feelin' like I've grown into my wings, The way they treat you here is just a shame But I'll always remember The simple things There are cowboys in this town Who'll make a mess of you, They only want to put you down, Because they can't face the truth; Everybody talks so much, But no- one's listening, That's why they're all so out of touch And their words don't mean a thing