Southern Cross - Lyrics - Captain Tractor

You say I never liked airplane food And I say it's just something I gotta go through I want to bask in a New Year's summer An August breeze on a January night Feeling the sea and foreign stars above my head And I say I never really love the airways But thank Christ for that complimentary alcohol haze And anyway tomorrow time will simmer Rest 'til the end of a double day Feeling the sea and foreign stars above my head I fly tomorrow Gonna steal that southern sky Liberate every point of light The southern cross will be in my hands Long before they've ever known Long before the north star leads a way home That southern treasure will be my own I fly tomorrow Gonna steal that southern sky Liberate every point of light The southern cross will be in my hands Long before they've ever known Long before the north star leads a way home That southern treasure will be my own my own, my own The southern cross will be in my hands Long before they've ever known Long before the north star leads a way home That southern treasure will be my own