Under The Underpass - Youth Group

I’ll meet you by the drain

We’ll run through leaves and shopping trolleys, gathering in the rain

Cocooned in our nest of joyful folly

We have no home.

This is our home

Our parents are asleep

They think that we’re still kids and they know what the first one did

But they’ll never know the things we did

We will drive around until a security guard

Tells us we’re not allowed

And I’ll find you out beyond the streetlights

Under the underpass, under the underpass

Where the tall grass keeps us out of sight

Under the underpass

Let’s stay awake all night

And in the morning just when we thought we froze, the early light

Will flicker in the creek and shine like barcode

And we’ll go back to stacking shelves

At Woolworths

And I’ll find you out beyond the streetlights

Under the underpass, under the underpass

I won’t tell them even if they ask

Under the underpass

Who’d have thought we’d live?

Who’d have thought we’d last?

Oh I have no home.

This is my home