From Nowra to Tweed Heads to Timbuktu
I had a hell of a time just keeping up with you,
till one day I just let you go
Well you'd dance so bright till you'd be on fire
Like the crest of a wave, like the top of a spire
Before slipping rung by rung down below

Now I won't stumble into you
Couldn't drag you from that wreckage you were heading to
You know I ain't no fatalist
I'm just trying to see things your way
Staring at the sea, toying with that death wish

One of the first girls I ever romanced
I took you to her house and you began to dance to Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
She smiled bemused and whispered who is this cat that you dragged in here
It was so funny that I started laughing till I almost burst a lung

Oh between the devil and the deep blue sea
That's where you were for a tiny eternity
No I won't be stumbling into you
Couldn't drag you from that wreckage
Drag you from that wreckage that you were heading to

Couldn't drag you from that wreckage you were heading to
Couldn't drag you from that wreckage you were heading to
Couldn't drag you from that wreckage, wreckage you were heading to


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