After the Party

After the band has played "Waltzing Matilda",
They've torn down the streamers and left you alone;
And the car park's deserted and the weeds they're re-growing...
I'm still here, I still love you...
Come on. I'll take you home.

I can tell by your eyes that the party is over,
You stood on the warf and you waved them goodbye;
Those neighbourhood boys, they took you for granted,
They took what they wanted and then they pushed you to one side;
And the promises of plenty were promises that were empty
And the men who made them have gone on the tide.

After the band has played "Waltzing Matilda",
They've torn down the streamers and left you alone;
And the car park's deserted and the weeds they're re-growing...
I'm still here, I still love you...
Come on. I'll take you home.

The bright days have gone and we're left with the memories
Of glittering nights of French wine and champagne;
Yacht races, your face was in all the right places
Now the holiday's are over because the bills have come in.
It's time to go home now and be on your own
And look for the strength that you know is within...

After the band has played "Waltzing Matilda",
They've torn down the streamers and left you alone;
And the car park's deserted and the weeds they're re-growing...
I'm still here, I still love you...
Come on. I'll take you home.

I've stood on your beaches on pale windswept mornings,
I've camped in your creek-beds on crystal cold nights;
I've wandered througth your cities in wide open wonder,
I've been lost in the bush... the heat and the flies,
I've swum in your rivers and I've climbed up your mountains
And I won't watch you crumble without even a fight...

After the band has played "Waltzing Matilda",
They've torn down the streamers and left you alone;
And the car park's deserted and the weeds they're re-growing...
I'm still here, I still love you...
Come on. I'll take you home.