When I was a kid with loose teeth and cut knees
my hometown was laced with a salty sea breeze.
I felt invincible riding my bike through the gum trees,
When the sun went down it was a barbie or the beach.
Life wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t matter what was out of reach
This is my hometown.

My brother once said this place will hold your bones if you let it,
Told me to get out and that I wouldn’t regret it.
With that he left, went to school in the city,
Said there our postcode was something to pity,
But to him I said: this is my hometown.

With time the world opened up to me,
What I was once blind to, I could see.
The briny breeze just made things rust and colour
Like the beach-veterans’ skin’s, turned leather by summer.
And the gum trees, well they were the first to catch fire.
Was my love for my town was about to expire?

I guess you could say I took my brother’s advice to heart
My hometown and I now a plane ride apart
Joano, you’ll always be more than my bro
And one day we both shall go home.
Whether we like it or not it’s a part us
And one day our bones shall lie in it’s dust
Making us a part of it too,
My hometown, I miss you.