Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gecko
Performer
Will Strand
Lead Vocals
Ben Mckone
Drums
Phil Veacock
Saxophone
Miranda Lewis-Brown
Cello
Nat Willow
Violin
Moa Strand
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Strand
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gecko
Producer
Lyrics
We had a plan
The six of us were tired of living here
So we borrowed grumpy old Taniela's boat
And just disappeared
Yeh he had a plan
We thought we could make it to Fiji
Or even New Zealand
No one saw six boys sneak out the harbour
Just after the setting sun
It was calm at sea
So we thought we could sleep
But a storm broke and our anchor rope failed
Splashed awake by crashing waves
Tried lifting the mast but the wind ripped apart our sail
And I can't see what's in front of me
And I've never been so far away from home
And I can't see what's in front of me
And I've never been so far away from home
For eight days we drifted away
No food sharing rain from a coconut shell
For eight days I thought that we were done
Just six lost boys
All we had was each other and the setting sun
But then there was land
Summon what strength that you can
Plunged into the water
And swam for more than a day
Battered and sore, scrambled to shore
No we've been stuck on this island
For more than I can say
But we've got a plan
The six of us
We'll keep each other safe
We made a fire, it's never gonna die
And we'll be the same
Yeh we've got a plan
We'll share the tasks
We even wrote this song
So we strum this guitar
Made of driftwood and wire
To the setting sun
And I can't see what's in front of me
And I've never been so far away from home
And I can't see what's in front of me
And I've never been so far away from home
At night I look after the little ones
But I know I gotta be strong
I thought that someone might save us
But it's taking too long
It's been hundreds of days now
And there isn't anyone
But I can't believe what's in front of me
I can't believe my own eyes
I can't believe this is actually real
There's a shape in the distance
And it's not just the sun
Six lost boys with long flowing locks
Are jumping ecstatically on a beach
Yeh he's got a plan
The six of us are no longer alone
This Australian fisherman found us
And he's taking us home
Yeh he's got a plan
He radioed to tell our folks we're safe
They'd held our funerals
But now we're coming out of our graves
And it's just sea in front of me
But I know that we are finally coming home
And it's just sea in front of me
But I know that we are finally coming home
Written by: Will Strand