WHEN YOU FINALLY L:EAVEFuture sunset OmaramaKnowing only you will seeIt’s a low brow shrinking ceilingA contract without wordsIt’s the thick of familyHarbinger of lonely heartsThe fate of you and meAnd when you finally leaveWe gotta face it courageouslyWhen you finally leaveWe gonna have to suck it up – it’s the right thing to doWe gonna have to draw down on memory Fate is born by trajectoryAttraction mangles fencesLeaving snow grass blowing freeAnd how the years were kind to usYearning for the workplaceThe weekends oh so bleakAnd when you finally leave . . .InstrumentalYou got a date stamp – a black hole in the sky - And I got to make wayYou and your Omarama – we’ll both be conscience freeBut how will we feel? . . . Cause when you finally . .