I quit my job on a Friday
Told all my friends it's goodbye, hey
Within a week I was flying across the sea
To where I'm meant to be
Everything felt like a failure
I'd had enough of Australia
That 'grass is greener' philosophy
Had a hold on me
But the Southern Cross is in the sky
As I close my tired eyes
When I wake I will be home again
Home again
She said that we were connected
I don't know what I expected
Maybe I hoped she could rescue me
From everything
Now I'm there again
But the Southern Cross is in the sky
As I close my tired eyes
When I wake I will be home again
Home again
And the Southern Cross is in the sky
As I close my tired eyes
When I wake I will be home again
Home again
I often wonder at night
Could I have stayed there to fight for it?
But there's no sense in denying
I was all alone
Now I'm coming home
Everything right where I left it
I don't know what I expected
She said that we were connected
And the Southern Cross is in the sky
As I close my tired eyes
When I wake I will be home again
Home again
And the Southern Cross is in the sky
As I close my tired eyes
When I wake I will be home again
Home again