: (instrumental)
: One summer evening drunk to hell I sat there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox Johnny
: You got to weep You got to wail You got to drag yourself on hands and knees bleeding Another mile along the trail You got to laugh in the face
: Ignacio lay dying in the sand A single red rose clutched in a dying hand The women wept to see their hero die And the big black birds gathered in
: I dreamt we were standing By the banks of the Thames Where the cold grey waters ripple In the misty morning light Held a match to your cigarette
: The hour's late and the lights are low I'm walking home just kicking stones I waited at the deopt you never showed You missed the last bus hours
: You told me tales of love and glory Same old sad songs, same old story The sirens sing no lullaby And no-one knows but Lorelei By castles out of
: I'm walking down Roppongi The night is hot and smoggy I drink a little coffee A sake and a beer I run into a ginja man He speaks but I don't understand
: In eighteen hundred and forty-one The corduroy breeches I put on Me corduroy breeches I put on To work upon the railway, the railway I'm weary
: Across the dark and dusty plain Where scars of old dry rivers run Night unfolds, a coal black shroud Across the hard and stony ground Distant
: The night stank of diesel And a stranger came to town A cold wind blowing And the rain pouring down Street lights flicker And the power lines
: Life turns Time changes Lost dreams Moon changes Now bush Now city Eora home No city Irish loss Same dream Vinegar Hill No rhyme
: Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn He soothed the souls of psychos
: The church bell rings An old drunk sings A young girl hocks her wedding ring Down on Rain Street Down the alley the icewagon flew Picked up
: OK, it's time for Sayonara So long yankee break my heart Now there's nothing left but sorrow Even the best friends they must part I walked into
: Sit down by the fire And I'll tell you a story To send you away to your bed Of the things you hear creeping When everyone's sleeping And you wish
: Well it's been a long day but I don't like to moan It's the middle of summer and I'm chilled to the bone There's holes in my shoes where the rain