We were both 18 the year we met I was slighty but not by much One look at you and I that was it And your voice like an angel above
One at me you thought I was odd Wearing those clothes in the heat boots, cowboy hat, flannelette And denim overcoat all the way to my feet
When your sister asked me to up with you You nearly with shock but you hid it well the hell are you doing? you when I left I was all the way back to my hotel
Headed off from Travelled through the Derby, Fitzroy, a night in Creek Wyndham, Kunnunrra, Darwin we stayed for a Then we hit the coast near Townsville on the other Christmas in didn't have nowhere to go Busking on the streets to get a feed Being kept up all night by the lovers on the top At a seedy backpackers called of the Deep
Now plenty has since those early days Met a lot of people, a lot of places Many a night in friends and relatives And God bless the lot of you 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 looking back now I trade but one of the we've made in the last eight years and there were times we didn't get along I can honesty say I love the of you
Now you're living in in some dingy room In a house full of strangers on Ramsgate Paying as much as what the damn things worth Working in the daytime just to make it You got arms to your elbows in the sink at some Place pots and pans, cups and saucers, and forks and plates It's a far cry, from the that we knew Travelling the country in a campervan Playing songs, singing with your and you It's too late to go back again