Bow River (2011 Remastered)
Cold Chisel
4:24Jet-lag cramps the lonely face Cheek-bones pinched and tired It's a cold tarmac breeze that wraps the terminal around Flight-times drag the night along A cab skids down the freeway Time to find a bed for the weeks ahead It's goodbye Ice-lines rim the city streets As tire-whines rip the blacktop As the lamps wheel above the misty overpass And Bergman's face in black and white Repeated down the alleys And a prayer above for the broken love And goodbyes And goodbyes And goodbyes, baby And Juliet in travel coat Leans wasted on the window Takes a long, long, long, long drag to try and settle down Yes, it kills her how he turned away How he ripped their love apart Starts to cry again, lets the curtains fall It's goodbye It's goodbye It's goodbye It's goodbye Well, it's goodbyes It's goodbye It's goodbye It's goodbye Oh Oh-oh It's goodbye Well, it's goodbye, baby