• 1
    From St Kilda To Kings Cross
    From St Kilda to Kings Cross is thirteen hours on a bus
    I pressed my face against the glass and watched the white lines
    rushing past
    And all around me felt like all inside me
    And my body left me and my soul went running
     
    Have you ever seen Kings Cross when the rain is falling soft?
    I came in on the evening bus, from Oxford Street I cut across
    And if the rain don't fall too hard everything shines
    just like a postcard
    Everything goes on just the same
    Fair-weather friends are the hungriest friends
    I keep my mouth well shut, I cross their open hands
     
    I want to see the sun go down from St Kilda Esplanade
    Where the beach needs reconstruction, where the palm trees
    have it hard
    I'd give you all of Sydney harbour (all that land, all that water)
    For that one sweet promenade
  • 2
    Incident On South Dowling
    My baby was dying
    Turning so blue
    Four feet from me dying
    My head was like glue
     
    I couldn't save my baby
    (He couldn't save his baby)
     
    Loaded and sinking
    To the vegetable zone
    She just kept on sinking
    Now she's mineral and bone
     
    I couldn't save my baby
    (He couldn't save his baby)
     
    We lived on the first floor
    We lived in two rooms
    Now my poor baby
    She lives with the worms
     
    A head full of rocks
     Is a heavy, heavy head
    I was watching a movie
    Night of the Living Dead
    Now people they whisper
    Now people they stare
    They say I couldn't save her
    Even though I was right there
     
    I couldn't save my baby
    (He couldn't save his baby)
     
    We lived on the first floor
    We lived in two rooms
    Now my poor baby
     
    She lives with the worms
  • 3
    Look So Fine, Feel So Low

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Maurice Frawley).

    I've been seen on the street
    Wearing brand new clothes
    I guess I've landed on my feet
    I'm lucky I suppose
    She tells me that she loves me
    She buys me things
    She wants to take care of me
    And all I gotta do is sing, sing, sing, sing
    Well I look so fine
    But I feel so low
    Yeah I look so fine
    But I feel so low

    She takes me by the arm
    She takes me all around
    She knows all her friends are talking
    Saying look what our good girl's found
    One thing she's got on you
    She's so easy to impress
    When she asks me dumb questions
    All I gotta do is say yes, yes, yes, yes
    Well I look so fine
    But I feel so low
    Yeah I look so fine
    But I feel so low

  • 4
    White Train
    Standing at my doorway
    I wondered why his hand was painted red
    'It's just a scratch' he said
    Here we go again
    We stumbled to the car
    By the time we hit Prince Henry's he was white
    I said 'You look such a sight'
    He said 'I don't feel no pain'
     
    And I know just what to do
    And I know it's nothing new
    We've been through this before
    And I must follow
    Why must it be you (on a white train)?
     
    I stuck until the end
    Though you said I was no friend
    But you were blind
    I was much too kind
    On a white train
    Some will swill and some will sip
    Some just find a place where they don't slip
    Others take a kip
    On a white train
     
    And I know just what to do
    And I know it's nothing new
    We've been through this before
    And still I follow
    Why must it be you (on a white train)?
  • 5
    Luck
    Well it hasn't changed yet
    Each time I wake in a sweat
    And the sun has slipped out of the sky
    As I get to my feet and struggle to dress
    All my fingers are thumbs, there's a fog in my brain
    Only one thing is clear – I'm late for my train
    And I know all at once that it's goodbye my one
    I'll be here when you're gone
     
    Then I stumble outside
    Try to flag down a ride
    But the taxis just pass me by
    So I run down the street, jump on a slow bus
    When I get to the station the train is still there
    I can't find my ticket, everybody just stares
    And I'm turning to stone
    As the train starts to groan
    I just can't get on
     
    I can see tomorrow
    Long, black train I follow
    When it's all there in your eyes
    And it's all no big surprise
    Well it's goodbye my one
    I'll be here when you're gone
    I just can't get on
     
    Yeah it's goodbye my one
    I'll be here when you're gone
    I just can't get on
    'Cause I'm turning to stone
     As the train starts to groan
    I just can't get on
  • 6
    Blues For Skip
    Babe, there's no water in the well
    Babe, there's no water in the well
    I got a funny feeling we're in for quite a spell
     
    Babe, I can't find a vein
    Babe, I can't find a vein
    I'm digging and I'm digging, I got the shaft again
     
    Little cloud, little cloud way up in the air
    Little cloud, little cloud way up in the air
    Well I just ain't receiving, little cloud's moved on somewhere
     
    Babe, there's no water in the well
    Babe, there's no water in the well
    I'm digging and I'm digging …
  • 7
    Adelaide
    The wisteria on the back verandah is still blooming
    And all the great aunts are either insane or dead
    Kensington Road runs straight for a while before turning
    We lived on the bend; it was there I was raised and fed
    Counting and running as I go
    Down past the hedges all in a row
    In Adelaide, Adelaide
     
    Dad's hands used to shake but I never knew he was dying
    I was thirteen, I never dreamed he could fall
    And all the great aunts were red in the eyes from crying
    I rang the bells, I never felt nothing at all
    All the king's horses, all the king's men
    Cannot bring him back again
     
    Find me a bar or a girl or guitar, now where do you go
    on a Saturday night?
    I own this town, I spilled my wine at the bottom of the statue
    of Colonel Light
    And the streets are so wide, everybody's inside
    Sitting in the same chairs they were sitting in last year
    (This is my town!)
    All the king's horses, all the king's men
    Wouldn't drag me back again
    To Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide
  • 8
    Satisfy Your Woman
    Brothers let me tell you
    A thing or two I know
    If you don't treat your woman right
    Out of the blue one day she's gonna go
     
    When there's food upon the table
    And whisky on the shelf
    And good loving strong
    And good loving long
    She don't ever need nobody else
     
    Satisfy your woman
    So she listens for your coming
    Make her feel like someone
    Make her feel human
    When all is said and done it's up to you
     
    When you tell her that you love her
    Make the words sound right
    Tell her whenever you're thinking of her
    You always got an appetite
     
    And if you play around a little
    Just make her realise
    You were just testing your mettle
    And that's all a different kettle
    She's the sweetest fish you ever fried
     
    Satisfy your woman
    So she listens for your coming       
    Make her feel like someone
    Make her feel human
    When all is said and done it’s up to you
  • 9
    (You Can Put Your) Shoes Under My Bed
    It's a pretty pass
    How you always seem to land on your feet
    A little undone
    Anybody else by now would be cold meat
    Whenever you fall
    You can put your shoes under my bed
     
    Anytime, anytime you're passing by this way
    Remember you will always have a place to stay
    Whenever you call
    You can put your shoes under my bed
     
    Trip the light
    And who of us can tell what's real and what's fantastic
    You do it right
    No one else could have such grace and be so spastic
    Let heaven fall
    You can put your shoes under my bed
  • 10
    Standing On The Street Of Early Sorrows
    It was just a quarter mile
    To your house in Kensington
    It was always ninety-five degrees
    (Hey Julie)
     
    Walking to the swimming pool
    February back to school
    All that summer you were cool
    (Hey Julie)
     
    I'm standing on the street of early sorrows
     
    You never know just what you've lost
    Until it's yours and then it's dust
    But you remain and never rust
    (Hey Julie)
     
    I'm standing on the street of early sorrows
  • 11
    Little Decisions
    Hard times are never over
    Trouble always comes
    Still I'm looking forward
     
    To tomorrow when it comes
    I've done a little damage
    To myself, I didn't care
    There are things a man can't manage
    And that's the devil's share
     
    Little decisions are the kind I can make
    Big resolutions are so easy to break
    I don't want to hear about your big decisions
     
    Work a little harder
     
    Keep your mind on death
    Get your things in order 
    Take a deeper breath
     
    If drinking is the problem      
    Then drink a little less
     
    If guilt becomes a burden
    Find a friend, confess
     
    Little decisions are the kind I can make
    Big resolutions are so easy to break
    I don't want to hear about your big decisions