Well, I ain't written a love song in so long as your hair leads down your spine

But I don't mind a few lines tonight, I'll regret it for the rest of time

Let your hips and your lips and your fingertips slip against the city streets

Seepin' in again, sleepin' in while my friends get high on the edge of the West Side Highway

Did you ever make it back to Byron Bay the day you told me to quit drinkin'?

And thinkin' that I was gonna die before thirty, your mom was so worried about

All those kids in the house tearin' picture frames down

Our fathers were never around when we were younger

So let me go, I saw you on the river's edge

Draggin' on a plastic cigarette

With your swim top still wet

So let it go, meetin' you out on the coast

You hate the smell of real smoke

So why'd you always keep me so close?

You were collectin' shells out on the Bay Shore, you know I was a shell before?

Deep in the hands of another, my brother

Had told me to leave, but I didn't believe

That evil would mean some people you meet out in Queens

The way the rain came down the other day in Bryon Bay

Made me feel so alone, so I just went home

And scribbled some poem

That I know that you'll never read

So let it go, I saw you on the river's edge

Draggin' on a plastic cigarette

With your swim top still wet

So let me go, meetin' you out on the coast

You hate the smell of real smoke

Why'd you always keep it so close?

So let it go, I saw you on the river's edge

Draggin' on a plastic cigarette

With your swim top still wet