Intro Verse Yesterday, man that's far away, thinking 'bout you anyway Greetings from Sydney On the road, not such a heavy load, just the kind of job we choose Greetings from Sydney Telephone, color TV hotel room and I don't feel to much alone Oh yeah, there's got to be a shower I bring me some sounds alone, Rubber Soul Beatles songs, And listen' to the Rolling Stones Singing Sister Morphine The high life was pretty as a switchblade knife, flip it open once or twice You're gonne cut yourself And those years are gone and I learned how to get along Even living with anxiety That's a better place for me I've seen it all, and I've seen it twice, chances are you ask for advice You're gonna get it Outro