The Last Analog Kid

I was raised on crackling radios

Cassettes that chewed the songs I loved

BMX tyres on a Melbourne road

A Hotfoot heart that never gave up

We didn't have the world online

We had the world outside our door

Streetlights told us when to ride

And when to dream a little more

I'm the last analog kid

Born in a time when the world felt big

Chrome bike shining on a suburban street

Lightning skies above my feet

I'm the last analog kid

And I still feel everything we did

Hold on tight to the days gone by

'Cause they move too fast

But they never die

Take me back, Doc — set the date

88 miles and I won't be late

Delorean dreams through a neon night

Chasing the past in a streak of light

If time could spin, I'd ride again

Straight to where my life began

I'm the last analog kid

Still holding onto the magic we hid

Pedals turning like a time machine

Back to the days when life was clean

I'm the last analog kid —

I'll always be the last analog kid