You are my sad eyed lady
Come lay across my big brass bed
Maybe it is we who have been chosen, you and me
To point out – This don't make no fuckin' sense
How many cannonballs must fly, Bob?
How long and winding is the road?
How many children pulling on how many mother's sleeves?
Saying, look ma, the man ain't got no fucking clothes

When I was born my brother used to sit
On my daddy's lap when he was home on leave
Daddy'd smoke a cigarette
And sometimes as a jest
He'd blow smoke-rings up my big brother's sleeve
More fire daddy, my big brother would shout
At least that's story survived
I was mercifully spared
The memories that they shared
Cause I was only five months old when daddy died

Gonna call up a friend in Australia
And order in some bush tucker snacks
And dance here with you to the didgeridoo
And listen while you sing me all the maps
Is that a foghorn in the distance
Are we heading for the rocks
Come sit here by the fireside and hold me in your arms
And tell me, how was life before the cops