Oh I wish I was back home in Sydney
For today is our sailing day
I've a few hundred miles of sea-foam
To cross without delay
For the bombs fall on Gaza City
And they fall on Lebanon
Oh I wish I was back home in Sydney
But it's here that I belong

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From the sandstone arches on Pitt Street
We made our final goodbyes
Reminding my mother and father
It was them that gave me this fight
Through their tears and the fear in that chapel, above
Southern stars that have seen so much pain
And bloody war on this occupied country
Said they would see it all again

CHORUS

Well the Blueys had passed far behind me
And the salt lake craters below
Cut right through the red and the highways
Without that white phosphorus glow
The north sun falls hard on the rubble ahead
And the drone-whine cuts the sea breeze
In Gaza City; if home wasn't Sydney
Perhaps my days would look like these

CHORUS

Now I'm here at the edge of Ionia
And it's half the whole world away
The painted ships are lining the dock
For today is our sailing day
And I think upon my good fortune
That this was a chance I could take, so
I don't wish I was back home in Sydney
There's a God-damned blockade to break

Last chorus swaps out "Oh I wish..." for "I don't wish..." and "but it's here..." for "'cause it's here..."

CHORUS x1

Repeat last two lines.