This will be the last track on the Vibe, Drill & "It" EP, released in December 2012 (estimate).

Now we're done (done a lot)
Had some fun (has to stop)
Gotta run (gotta go)
Head back to the status quo
Simmer down (lifting weights)
Been around (getting late)
Back again (little chores)
The carpet and the cluttered floors:
Hurdles that they herd us over every single day, we say
"I can't, I won't, my mind won't work that way" it seems
An era's ending, we are fending feelings off once more
Alas, alack... but what on earth're we moaning for?
Around adventure still abounds
The tingling air, the scented sounds
The bustle of the evening street
The strolling people that you greet
The driving over summer fens
The restraunt's opening hour extends
The ad-hox open mic attack
From fresh to new places and back
So others sit down with their tea
Mugs in front of their TVs
We'll flex the voyage paradigm
And join them in the nick of time
The world unites by taking sides
But we'll unite by taking rides
It isn't over just because
Some calendar decreed it was-
Cos we've all got our niche, pebbles on a beach
We've all got lots to learn and slightly less to teach
So be as cool as cats, as curious as cows
Immortalise the best things that you've done with stupid rows
Keep your head up in the air, your feet upon the ground
We can hang together if we all cluster round
So don't you grin and growl, don't throw in the towel
Continue your adventures by means fair or...

Back to work (honest toil)
No more quirks (cracking soil)
A beating sun (a muggy haze)
The end of all signposted ways
Humid air (dusty rocks)
Glassy stare (mental blocks)
Sweat descending (from the brows)
Time hangs heavy on the boughs
It seems it's gonna last and last forever and a day,
Oh please, oh no, our lives ticking away, it's like there's
Nothing to alleviate the static atmosphere we dread
But don't lose hope... the clouds burst open overhead
A soaking torrent, thunder roars
It seems to play you need a pause
So who says this is all you've got?
You may be done, the vibe is not
Just think it through and you'll eschew
These fatalistic attitudes
No bows, another play, same cast
Fresh earth after the storm has passed
The fruit has fallen from the tree
A punnet's plummet spreads the seeds
So let's get frantic, run amok
It's time to turn the contrast up now...