I
climbed up on the rooftop
of an old abandoned flophouse
And I watched the drunks go
stumbling down on the street
And those kids smashed all our windows,
and they tried to steal my bike
It seems there's nothing in
this town for them,
except for picking fights
And I thought about that train
that runs along beside the Hawkesbury
It takes an hour too long,
but it gets you in and out
And her heart is like an ocean
of a thousand salty tears
And the streets are lined
with shattered glass and broken dreams
It was that night we lit a fire,
turned a rabbit on the spit
You sang the port of Amsterdam
and baked potatoes in a pit
We drank a half pint of tequila
and I showered with my clothes on
We used to go for night swims
down at Knobby's Beach
And I thought about that train that runs
along beside the Hawkesbury
It takes an hour too long,
but it gets you in and out
She's a little incubator
She's a load of deck of cards
The pillows are all hot
And the faces grow so hot
And her heart aches like a leaky boat
That washed up on the shore
And the streets are stained
and watermarked with broken dreams
And I thought about that train that runs
Along beside the Hawkesbury
It takes an aisle too long
But it gets you in and out