We were both 18 the year we met I was slighty but not by much One at you and I knew that was it And your sounded like an angel above
One look at me you I was odd Wearing those clothes in the Kimberley Blundstone boots, cowboy hat, And denim all the way down to my feet
When your sister asked me to up with you You nearly fainted with but you hid it well what the hell are you you shouted when I I was all the way back to my hotel
Headed off from Travelled the Kimberley Derby, Fitzroy, a in Halls Creek Wyndham, Kunnunrra, Darwin we for a while Then we hit the coast near Townsville on the side Christmas in didn't have nowhere to go Busking on the just to get a feed Being up all night by the lovers on the top bunk At a seedy backpackers called Rapture of the
Now has happened since those early days Met a lot of people, a lot of places Many a night in friends and beds And God bless the lot of you put us up and fed us Played to crowds of thousands, to one or two in festivals and pubs, loved and hated what we do but looking back now I wouldn't but one of the memories we've made in the eight years and though there were times we didn't get I can honesty say I love the of you
Now living in Sydney in some dingy room In a house full of strangers on avenue twice as much as what the damn things worth Working in the daytime to make it though You got arms to your elbows in the sink at some Place cleaning and pans, cups and saucers, and forks and plates It's a far cry, the life that we knew Travelling the country in a campervan Playing songs, singing your sister and you too late to go back there again