I think Sydney hates me now
Three separate occasions the city's kicked me out and
Either it's metaphorical walls are up or
The city doesn't want me to
Fall in love

Heard you were gonna come to my show
And honestly if I made it there, would'a asked you to take me home
But Syds always leaving me high and dry
Could you put in a good word, so I could stop by

Cause I, I, I'd really like to see you
At a time, when we're not too drunk or high
Oh I'd really like to see you
If Sydney ever allows me to

Well I think Sydney's holding a grudge
And I take it personally cause this city and I used to get along
Maybe Brissy got word and called in a favor
Either way glad it goes both ways just hold that thought til later
When I, I, I can come and see you
At a time when we're not too drunk or high
Oh I'd really like to see you

If Sydney ever allows me to
Will I, ever, get close to you
Will I, ever, get close to you
Will I, ever, get close to you
Will I, ever, get close to you

Oh, if Sydney allows me
Will I, ever, get close to you
Will I, ever, get close to you
Will I, ever, get close to you
Will I, ever, get close to you

Oh, if Sydney allows me
Yeah, if Sydney allows me
I hope Sydney allows me
Will I ever get close