We were both 18 the that we met I was older but not by much One look at you and I knew was it And your voice like an angel above
One look at me you I was odd those clothes in the Kimberley heat Blundstone boots, hat, flannelette And denim all the way down to my feet
your sister asked me to join up with you You nearly fainted with but you hid it well 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, Darwin we stayed for a Then we hit the near Townsville on the other side Christmas in Cairns have nowhere to go Busking on the streets to get a feed Being kept up all night by the on the top bunk At a seedy backpackers Rapture of the Deep
Now plenty has happened those early days Met a lot of people, a lot of places Many a night in friends and relatives And God the lot of you that put us up and fed us Played to of thousands, played to one or two Played in festivals and pubs, loved and hated we do but looking back now I wouldn't but one of the memories made in the last eight years and though there were times we didn't get I can honesty say I the both of you
Now you're living in Sydney in some dingy In a full of strangers on Ramsgate avenue Paying twice as as what the damn things worth Working in the daytime just to it though You got your to your elbows in the sink at some Place cleaning pots and pans, and saucers, Knives and and plates a far cry, from the life that we knew Travelling around the in a campervan Playing songs, singing your sister and you It's too late to go there again