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, form Oxford Street i cut

across

And if the rain dont 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