Middle Aged Malaise

My Lonely Days Are Here Again

It Seems Like They’ll Last Forever

I Can’t Take A Trick

I’m Feeling Sick Inside

I Watch You As You Lay Sleeping

Oh My Beautiful Girl

We’ve Travelled So Far

I’m So Glad You’re Here By My Side

I’d Like To Go To The Wide Bay

Or The South Burnett

The Pretty Weather Girl Says

You’ll Need To Rug Up

On The Granite Belt

He’s An Only Child

He Kept Things To Himself

Studied Hard To Make Something Of Himself

But Always Did Regret

On The Life He Missed Out On

All The Parties, Sex And Drugs

It’s A Tale Of The Tape

It’s A Cautionary Tale

It’s A Story On Its Own

Sometimes You Have To Face Your Fears Alone

You Say, I Say, No Way

Holly Molly, This Could Go Poorly

Reaching, Seeking, Preaching,

Whales Are A Breaching

What’s The Point Of All Of This

Off To See The Doctor

I’ve Been Off My Game For Weeks

Well He’s Just Back From Africa

Helping People Trying Just To Live

I’m Afraid That I Can See

That The Same Isn’t True For You

Well, Its Not The Flu, It’s Not The Booze

It’s The Middle-Aged Malaise

In Flight, Stage Fright, Jack Knife

Wheeling And Dealing

Same Old Scheming

Wood Chop, Good Cop, Bad Cop

All Over Nothing

Whats The Point Of All Of This

Well, Hello Everybody

I’m On Top Of The World

Well, Hello Everybody

I’m On Top Of The World

I’m Not A Man

I’m A Man, I’m A Sycophant

Begging For Attention, End Up In Detention

Walking On A Tightrope, End Up Rope A Dope

Stake Your Claim, Take The Blame

In And Out, Full Of Doubts

Living In A Glass House

Acting Like A Church Mouse

Non Stop, Feel The Rot

Dig A Hole, Lose Your Soul

Light The Fuse, Cop Abuse

Try To Stay Calm

Don’t Self-Harm