We were both 18 the that we met I was slighty older but not by One look at you and I knew was it And your voice sounded an angel above
One look at me you I was odd Wearing those clothes in the Kimberley boots, cowboy hat, flannelette And overcoat all the way down to my feet
When your asked me to join up with you You fainted with shock but you hid it well what the are you doing? you shouted when I I was singing all the way back to my
Headed off Broom through the Kimberley Derby, Fitzroy, a night in Halls Wyndham, Kunnunrra, Darwin we for a while Then we hit the coast near Townsville on the other Christmas in Cairns have nowhere to go Busking on the just to get a feed Being kept up all night by the on the top bunk At a seedy backpackers called of the Deep
Now plenty has happened since those days Met a lot of people, been a lot of a night in friends and relatives beds And God the lot of you that put us up and fed us to crowds of thousands, played to one or two Played in festivals and pubs, loved and what we do but looking back now I trade but one of the memories we've in the last eight years and though there were we didn't get along I can honesty say I the both of you
Now you're living in Sydney in some room In a house full of strangers on Ramsgate Paying as much as what the damn things worth in the daytime just to make it though You got your arms to your elbows in the sink at Place cleaning pots and pans, and saucers, Knives and forks and a far cry, from the life that we knew Travelling the country in a campervan Playing songs, with your sister and you It's too late to go back again