(Art:) I know you've been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
But if you let me, here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you
milkcrates to furniture, plowshares to swords
under-bed storage, books, odds and sods
we won the jukebox, got the call from the pub
pulled up socks and took it down the block to the spot
girls come and girls go, but your mates are what matter
fly stylus in style, brush dust off the platter
sing grooves, real smooth, love the static in the attic
no sir, nothin's clear, don't know how I ended up here
don't know where I'm goin, don't know what I'm doin with my life, but I'm lovin' the ride
might go to TAFE to be a librarian if it can fit around my 9 to 5
but all I really care about is memories immortalised
album after album, see 'em fly across the borderlines
and when Joni Mitchell dies, will I regret not sending a letter?
could I have done better?
You don't ever have to worry
You don't ever have to hide
Cause I'll be there beside you
To dry your weary eyes
So darlin' tell me if you'll be true
There's no doubt in my mind
You know what I wanna do
(Kid:) what you gonna say, what you gonna do
drinkin' all the brew, thinkin lyrics through
setting out to do what none of you can do
scullin' down the booze, just so we can prove
we got the moves to stagger, back to the bottlo
another soco, see the f**in' jukey bro, gonna scoop it holmes
you know the go, got the space at home roped off for the j-box baby yo
Crazy yo, we f**in' paved the road, gettin' wasted yo
take it home, don't break it, don't hate it, don't be jaded - it glows
colours of a rainbow that bestow all we know
spectrum of hope sittin' in my home
hittin up the chrome in my home zone, blown
cause that's the way I'm home grown
cans of Soco all up in my tree
soon it will be a jukey
this ain't no fluke, no it ain't no joke
sippin' soco will bring you hope
(Kid:) beered up and geared up, giddy up, where the pretty doves
cause we live it up bub
from here to the hub, live in fear of the dark
scull a beer in the park, near to the heart
bring it back in a shopping cart
(Art:) I pour my heart and soul into this
think of girls, think of bus trips
and all I can do is sing
So often I find myself lost for words
There's just so much in my heart
I sense the presence of ghosts in the street
and I try to make sense of it all
(Kid:) the cold bus shivers and delivers me back
to rat pack and crack that six pack at the napsack
four pack a-black for the chap in the hat
laughin' at that scarf and cravatt
indie cat gon' prove that he can lose that just to swoon snatch
what better timing, stars alignin'
end of the climbin', stop the rhymin' - for now
(Art:)So often I find myself lost for words
There's just so much in my heart
I sense the presence of ghosts in the street
and I wonder when I'm gonna die.