I remember my first fight, Took two grown men to hold me back. I'd always thought myself as weak But I dropped him to those cobbled streets, It was new years eve in '99 I fled in dreadful fright, Running headfirst into that night, and into the glare of the next century. I got a petrol station job making plans, lugging cans of gas Oh monotony can be bliss, but every kiss just felt like half of half of what it really should have been, Couldn't hear my own voice Felt like I'd never made a choice And I was heading in the direction of some terrible fate Oh when I was lost. stripped to my skin. Oh when I was lost drifting and floating in the wind. I took a class in the night Economics in a second-rate school Long term girl on my arm and the harm i did to her - I was a fool and I resented every inch of this world And its promises undone I'd have blown it all to kingdom come And returned it to the dust from which it came without a blink I quit everything in pain Shaved my head and changed my name. It takes an older man to know. What makes a younger man go and throw all of his dreams into the wind. What I did next I won't say It's not important anyway, just the biggest and most dangerous thing I'd ever done in my life.. Oh when I was lost. stripped to my skin. Oh when I was lost drifting and floating in the wind. Be still. Be still. Be still. A great wind will carry you home, so they say and you go around in pity for yourself like the rest of them Have you still no faith? No I still don't, no I still don't... I've got a fire in me now. I suppose every minute's bliss. But there's that special kind of loneliness That only a twenty-something one can feel. So I guess I wouldn't really change a thing Just maybe go back quick and sweet And take his head into my hands and kiss his gentle forehead as he drifts off to sleep. Oh when I was lost. stripped to my skin. Oh when I was lost drifting and floating in the wind.

In the light you looked like emeralds. in that gleaming greenish gown the markets are bear but we didn't care tonight we'd go out into town. I'd lost my job at the newsroom. But i refused to shed a tear, So in a midnight mist, I stole a kiss, While the banks crashed down round all our ears. And I held your hand in the dark Oh I wish the world was different And my charm could pay the rent I know its not why, you left me that night, but with a job I'd have more confidence And I know I've been hard to live with And I stay in bed for days, I know Paul works hard, They say he'll go far, But he doesn't have my cute turn of phrase. I’m just telling the truth, that’s all.. In the night i long to hold you. And I'm lonely for what was, I used to depend on a couple close friends But they've all emigrated to Oz When I close my eyes, there's ghosts there. But when you're in the room, there's not. I'm asking goddamn With my cap in my hand Please give this another fair shot Please give this another fair shot

Oh, that familiar note... When the night is dying, and the pile of coats are depleting, folks retreating to their hopeful homes and I'm all alone in the corner by the tv set All frayed and free. Like some broken down old Christmas tree. cursing the captains of industry as the couples leave, all so certain of their paths ahead, Oh my friend won't mind, I stay here all the time, And now I'm drifting off to sleep, My heartbeat slows down to a steady clip A clock is ticking, a typewriter clicks and rips, On no wait, thats not me, its the music in the room, somebody's put on Pink Floyd, and i'm not in the mood, Things were bad enough already, and I really really really hate the fucking dark side of the moon The city's big and bright. Its tinsel and its neon and its flashing lights People moving with purpose To their place in life But I'm on the tide, drifting helpless off to god knows where, I could almost weep, I got annihilated tonight and made a scene, And in my ears the awful soundtrack to this misery, its now three songs deep the stupid one about the money's coming next, This self agency, its the death of me, And there's no-one else to blame, You will yourself to stop the rut But you've kicked yourself so hard that you can't get back up. I want to make a difference and I've got so much to give, but those voices are so sterile and that saxophone's a sin, I gotta get out of this room, I really really really hate the fucking dark side of the moon, "Long you live and high you fly," That's as untrue as it is trite. you'll make me jump out the window soon please turn it off quick I really hate the dark side of the moon

My granddaddy was a bus driver. all seven brothers shared a coat. I heard one Christmas he got a penny and a biscuit, I don't know if he had any dreams or hopes. I stepped out the womb into a different pot of options, Any future I could dream of I could choose, Impatient. Courageous. Passionate and dangerous. Nothing in this life I couldn't lose. I'm out here freely in the world..... I capture the jewel I cut with a knife I search for a clue I squint in the light I flitter and falter unknowing as I shift softly through that gentle night, Every thing you could dream of comes true, Recessions, Breakdowns and Breakthroughs Swerve avoid the potholes, tip toe on those hot coals, Life can change your circumstance with glee, It's nothing compared to the pain that's in your heart when you've been lied to so disgracefully The city fathers, they all hounded us regardless, and deserters got torn limb from limb Well, My brother, he's gone to Australia, and I got nothing but respect for him I run out freely in the world... I tremble at night I'm tracing the plough I worship the sky I wait for a sound The sign of the cross I'm making panicked, as I walk lightly on that holy ground, What cruel master forsakes me now? Ah, I'm long past caring, it doesn't matter anyhow... A fire has come to me. So clear and pure in me. And its burning. And its shining just for you... I see so clearly now Each problem dearly now, Presents itself like bliss It’s true And you declare your love for this bad earth All it’s neon lights and it's bees and birds But that hard ache and that poison curse. It all still remains, and it all gets worse.. Flat packs and thumb tacks, rat traps and land tax, Remember, Pay the mortgage and put flapjacks in back packs for the school snacks, Find some time to fit the kids in Realise your core ambitions Balance all the madness and keep the seven level plates a-spinning You thought the peace would come, and treat the wounds with all life's penicillin, a journey for your heart's condition, A voodoo doll to stick a pin in, Loved her but she wasn't willing, Hungry but he wasn't giving, it never stopped and it never will and oh you're still out freely in the world You're driving at night You're studying faiths You’re giving up fights You’re fasting for days You’re sitting cross-legged under starlight trying desperately to meditate Every thing you could dream of comes true, Recessions, Breakdowns and Breakthroughs..

Simply. Softly. I woke up yawning. Hours till morning. Is that you calling? Do you haunt me? Are you here always? Yes I think you are.. Among us living, Our days you're walking, Floating like a ghost. But that's not scary, Quite contrarily, It comforts all my bones. Oh, tears stream down my cheeks. Oh, I want to tell you everything. Oh, everything. Am I dreaming? Your words are drifting. I can’t hear your voice.