Cold Chisel - Mona And The Preacher lyrics

The street boys are waiting for the late late show Their eyes are shifty and their pants are low A telephone rings in a room upstairs The veteran sings to the road below Mona leans against a lamppost at the corner of the street The afternoon papers blow around her feet She hooks her thumb beneath the strap of her bag Her cigarette gleams as she takes another drag The city mission stands in the late night rain The big drops streak the dirty windowpane The old lay preacher steps out from a one way lane The lady says "Coffee!" and the man says "yes" Mona leans against the counter as she wipes her dress Her legs hold promise and her eyes are wide The preacher slides in from the night outside The laminex tables line along the wall Mona wanders through the cafe to the window stall The preacher asks softly for the time of day Then heads towards the mission with his take-away His eyes rake Mona as he jerks the door The outside rain becomes an inside roar Mona rests her toes on the late night cafe floor Mona and the preacher Mona and the preacher Mona and the preacher Mona and the preacher The city mission stands in the late night rain The big drops streak the dirty windowpane The old lay preacher leaps a swollen drain Now some like to dance in the twilight zone Seekin' after Mona when they're all alone Some seek the preacher, their hearts to console Cause she heals the body, but he heals the soul