We were both 18 the that we met I was slighty older but not by One look at you and I that was it And your voice like an angel above
One look at me you I was odd Wearing those in the Kimberley heat boots, cowboy hat, flannelette And overcoat all the way down to my feet
When your asked me to join up with you You nearly fainted with shock but you hid it the hell are you doing? you shouted I left I was singing all the way to my hotel
off from Broom Travelled the Kimberley Derby, Fitzroy, a in Halls Creek Wyndham, Kunnunrra, we stayed 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 lovers on the top At a seedy backpackers called Rapture of the
Now plenty has happened since early days Met a lot of people, been a lot of Many a night in 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 hated we do but back now I wouldn't trade but one of the memories we've made in the last eight and though were times we didn't get along I can honesty say I love the of you
Now living in Sydney in some dingy room In a house of strangers on Ramsgate avenue twice as much as what the damn things worth Working in the daytime just to make it You got your arms to your in the sink at some Place pots and pans, cups and saucers, Knives and forks and It's a far cry, from the life that we Travelling around the in a campervan Playing songs, with your sister and you It's too late to go there again