and think back now to when he died
Way back then we knew his
we all knew where he'd more than likely be
The coppers chased him up a track that took them
round the back of a shack that shook each time
the northbound train rolled into view
he told them life is good,
And for anyone more cynical
than those of us who knew him as he lived,
each episode was all too typical.
It was easy to fold the page
and say another jerk, another gun,
that goes back through the way he died,
His mother never reconciled with anyone
and each parole was just a chance to reload
Ah, but did we love his crooked smile
the way he left the coppers all beguiled
as he headed out to straighten
Now the towies told us later he was airborne
when he hit the tree with a
blood alcohol of 1 .7 or more.
And later on the nondescript
The eucalypts all soaking in the rain
And it ought to be so easy
Even now to say who else was there
As he was lowered down that hole
If you ask me why these things
I guess I'd try to say there
But on lonely nights I sit and stare
To where the northbound train
still runs bey ond the bay
And some nights I could swear
I see his grey eyes staring back at me
I know that's crap, the kind of thing
The moonlight and the silence
bring to tease and entertain
It's just to the rest of us
in all its youthful scented glory.
And he left us all behind.
I love this world, this pretty scene
Painted on its own, rice paper screen
I'd never dream of breaking through
So easy to the other side
so close I can hear it call
I got no reason to do anything or not
There ain't no reason at all
Yeah, when I get that way
I got no reason to do anything or not
There ain't no reason at all.
