I woke up feeling wasted
Sipped some coffee that tasted
A little fiesty, a little too full of beans
My first thoughts spluttered and caught
Then conked out again
As I slowly lost the plot
But things picked up later when she called me
Though I couldn't recall
Giving her my number at all
But hey, that's a minor detail
Oh I miss those times
When I felt so alive
When my thoughts had so much sting
I had to keep them in a beehive
But now I'm not afraid of life
I'm terrified!
Beautiful city
I could get lost in you
Close my eyes,
I see girls and cartons of beer
With your indigo eyes
And your Indie smile, I'm on to you!
So I'm trawling through recent memories
For a name
I recalled sharing an ale
And a bottle of bourbon
In some joint out there in
Suburban Brisbane
I told her I didn't hate her
When she asked me if I still loved her
And she burst out laughing
Delighted. I loved the sound of her laughter
With storm clouds thundering in
Lightning Crashes on the radio
I can't help wondering
What the hell else am I gonna say to her
Should I just cut and run?
Now I'm standing at the bar
Thinking serious thoughts
Like should I buy another beer
Or a Tequila shot?
Oh it's a far cry
From the Prince Of Wales in 76
But the VB's are cold
And the waitress is cute
The barmaid's looking better by the minute
I got enough dough for another round