The Delivery Drivers Dream

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Ken was a lonley delivery driver that i did a few shifts with. This is for him.

Come Friday night, I can be carrying
Five grand’s worth of delivery money.
That’s five grand of the sweetest dreams,
Filling my soul with honey.
Five thousand reasons to head to the Hume,
Where, hidden beneath your cameras and fumes,
I’d steal this truck, and I’d drive all night—
To you.

And in his silence,
That’s what Ken tells me,
At the end of every shift.
As I, with my boots a-burning,
Am a breath away from suggesting too:
Let’s steal this truck,
And drive all night.
Let’s steal this truck,
And drive all night.
—
To you.
To you.

And in my head,
I can see your lights,
Town after town,
As we speed by.
A thousand clicks ahead of the cops,
Who, no doubt,
Will come looking for us soon.
So how much of Sydney
Would five grand buy me?
How much of Sydney
Would five grand buy?

The best meal in town,
In a classy hotel,
Where a pretty girl would lie so well
That I could believe,
Just for a moment,
That I
Hadn’t paid
For her smile.

Yeah, Mike, I’ll tell you—
For a lie that sweet,
I’d steal this truck,
And I’d drive all night.
I’d steal this truck,
And I’d drive all night.
I’d steal this truck,
And I would drive all night—
To you.

Even though,
There is no you.
Even though,
There is no you.

And on Friday evening,
In total silence,
This is what Ken
Always tells me,
As I, with my boots a-burning,
And singing too:
Let’s steal this truck,
And drive all night.
Let’s steal this truck,
And drive all night.
Let’s steal this truck, Ken
And let’s drive all night—
To you.

To you.