It’s another sleepless night, I feel like an insomniac inside, but it will take some time, before I find out why.
My eyes are tired, but my body is strong. I knew you were there, I heard you walk so softly, and if you said
It wasn’t you, then I could blame it on the rain. Stayed up till early hours, to paint your picture, or maybe it
was to paint, what my life is really for. I knew you were there, I heard you walk so softly, and if you said it
wasn't you, then I could blame it on the rain. Now I’m sitting here waiting for, the tide to change, feels like
I've been waiting here all damn day, but stranger things are happening. And now I’m giving this to you, it’s
wrapped in a package. I feel like the mail man some times, and I’m sincerely yours. I knewI heard you walk so softly, and if you said it wasn’t you, then I could blame it on the rain. man, the one you’ve seen.
Driving south down the
Gippsland highway, had a
plan and I was doing it my
way. Dreams in my head you
know, they are here to stay.
Then I awoke, by the road
side i'd been asleep for some
time now, and I didn’t know
where I was. I was chasing,
and I was being chased. I
was speeding but it felt like
i'd already lost this race. And
this time I’m coming home to
you. Who do I think I am?
Where do I think I’m going
to? She said baby, I love
you; don’t leave me out of
your world. Because you’re a
dreamer, and you’re drifting
nowhere. Then I was running
some where in the middle of
the night. A sleepless jungle
in dreamlike state. I ran ,until
I was out of steam .On a
highway ,going nowhere,
broken down but I’m still on
my way Who do I think I am?
Where do I think I’m going
to? Baby, I love you, I’ll never
leave you out of my world,
I’ve been a dreamer and a
drifter but this time I’m rolling
home to you.
Hello i'm a stranger in this small town, i'm not gonna be here for long, so promise me the last dance after
the show and in the morning i'll be gone. I'll be gone to the next town, maybe there I’ll write a book. A
Documentary of an autobiography of all the small things that make up my life. oooh oo, or maybe i’ll just
sit in this pub and drink a beer...ooo ooh or maybe I’ll just sit in my chair and stare……oooo ooooh or
maybe i’ll just stick around. This feels like a déjà vu, and i’m sure I’ve walked up these stairs before. The
same wooden banisters that they’d shot me off on the way to my pink Cadillac. But I know i’m dreaming,
and besides, I’m too young to be alive back then. But all these rooms, they seem to smell the same and
the TV’s broken and it drives you insane. Tonight's the big night for the local footy team, lose or win
there’ll be a celebration, you can feel the good vibes all around. And i’ll have the last round just before
close and in the morning I’ll be gone. I'll be gone to the next town, maybe there I’ll write a book. A
Documentary of an autobiography of all the small things that make up my life. Oooh oo, or maybe I’ll just
sit in this pub and drink a beer...Ooo ooh or maybe I’ll just sit in my chair and stare……Oooo ooooh or
maybe I’ll just, stick around.
Saturday morning and its 9
o’clock all is quiet around my
place, I’m waking up in your
town. I wish it rain so I
wouldn’t have to leave. Wish
I didn’t think so much.. Now I
believe. I’m looking at you
now, from across the room,
staring back at me with those
Angel eyes. If you had wings
girl, I know you could fly, but
if you were so real you’d be
by my side. Sunday morning
and its 3 am. All is quiet
around my world. I’m walking
home from a night with you. I
wish it rain so I wouldn’t have
to leave. Wish I didn’t think
so much.. Now I believe.……
You’d be by my side.
I'd like to see you before I’m
down and out. And I’m
thinking of you while I'm
down and out girl. Maybe we
could be together, or was it
just a dream? So help me
paint the picture of how its
gonna be. We could paint
flowers? or we could paint
weeds? So wisdom comes
with age, but age just comes
about. By the time it comes
around you know, well I’ll be
gone home. Maybe we could
be together, or was it just a
dream? So help me paint the
picture of how its gonna be.
We could paint flowers? or
we could paint weeds? I'm
the fish on the end of your
hook waiting to be pulled in.
And because you’re winding
slowly, I don’t know where I’m
bound- so release the
tension and let me swim
around .I’m that old lounge
chair that you’d like to throw
away , but hold back for a
couple more years , I’m still of
some use, I’m on the loose.
Help me paint the picture of
how its gonna be.
Got food in your belly, money in pockets a roof on your head, what more could you ask for? Got friends
in the bank, you know they will be there, but no need to call them they’re only the life line. Your kids they
all love you but don’t even know you, you’ve got time for nothing but you’re still the hero. A wife in the
kitchen, a dog in the back yard, books on the front seat, your cats in the school yard. And I know I won’t
be seeing you today, and I know I won’t be calling you too soon. A note on the table so you turn on the
TV. Because you might be on there, don’t forget you are famous. An answer for all things, but no body
calls you, you’re looking for love but you’re feeling distorted. And I know I won’t be seeing you today, and
I know I won’t be calling you too soon.
Just beyond those green
rolling hills, lies my home.
And down that sandy track is
the beach. And my mummy
and my Daddy used to walk
with me, doesn’t seem like
such a long time ago. But I
was young and had places to
go, every where at every one
time. The moon was up
before the sun had gone to
bed, and I knew every thing
there ever was to know. And
if I could id change it all
today. My mummy and my
daddy, oh how I miss you so,
don’t seem like such a long
time ago. And I’m sure they’d
cry if they could touch the
sky, walk the places we walk,
and speak this language we
talk. Doesn’t seem like such
a long time ago. But now I’m
walking down this empty
track, with the road behind
me so so long. I’m growing
older its impossible to turn
back time. So I guess I got to
keep moving on.
I woke up this morning I’ve got 2 dollars in my pocket, just enough for a loaf of bread, this is life, yes we
are living, The sun is shining and the sky’s they are so blue, and I’ve been dreaming of days like this so
that I can spend them with you When all we have is love and the air we breathe, all we have is each other,
and we are Happy because we are free. I woke up this morning I’ve got nothing in my pockets, that’s ok
my friend this is life, and yes we are living, The sun is shining and the sky’s they are so blue, and I’ve
been dreaming of days like this so that I can spend them with you. When all we have is love and the air
we breathe, all we have is each other, and we are Happy, because we are free. I’m leaving this here town
but I’m not going yet, not going to the city don’t wanna break my back. I’m going to the country where can
rest my mind, think about days when life was slower and live my life on a farm. When all we have is love
and the air we breathe, all we have is each other, and we are Happy, because we are free.
I guess this means it’s the end of the road, your guess is as good as mine, that’s right I’m coming home.
No need to call up on the telephone singing oh sweet darling I love you. Oh sweet darling you know I do.
I know it’s been some time, but ill make it up to you, spend some time by the beach in summer. I don’t
have lots of money so it won’t be nothing to flash, that’s ok because we’ll still make a splash in the ocean
that’s free oh baby please come with me to spend some time by the beach in summer Oh sweet darling
I love you. Oh sweet darling you know I do.
High on top of mountains green,
I’m dreaming of the dream time
when you and I were free, living on
the hill, the place where you could
breathe, I feel the oceans power
living right beneath your wings. If
only we could fly high home, we’d
take ourselves far far away from
this place and disappear
The place… the place where we
once stood, is fading in my dream
time. I’m living in the past, but I’m
still standing here, staring at the
sun , and I’m feeling old, still older
than these hands If only we could
fly high home, we’d take ourselves
far far away from this place then
reappear .
As I walk through concrete jungles,
I hold my head up high and look
beyond- beyond all my wildest
dreams to the place……..where we
once stood
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