Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The Point disappears behind the bend,
the house gets smaller,
the jetty fades to gold.
The road feels longer than before,
and quiet starts to sound like home.
No one’s talkin’, just the wind,
and my thoughts bumping over gravel.
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeahhhh… I don’t say it out loud,
but maybe this time’s different.
[Chorus – violin opens up, echoing vocals]
🎶 In my car as I leave…
woahhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh,
Cabbage Tree Point, that’s where I leave.
Yeahhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh,
The tide still pulls on what’s left of me.
🎶 Maybe I won’t come back next week,
maybe the sea will forget my name.
But Cabbage Tree Point, yeahhhh ohhhhh,
that’s where I leave.
[Verse 2]
Cornfields blur to streetlights,
and the city creeps back in.
My hands still smell like salt and sunscreen,
my mind still parked by the jetty.
No more stops at KFC for a little snack,
no more beers by the boat ramp,
no more nights that end with nothing planned —
just silence and the hum of the dash.
[Bridge – violin trembles, low drum build]
Yeahhhh… this road’s too straight to turn around,
but the thought
