Saint Georges Road

It was down Saint George's Road

When I saw him for the last time

They were carryin his load

Brother it was a long climb

He stopped the traffic lights

And no-one said a word

People stood and stared

This was a rare and special bird

The clouds turned dark and grey

And the rain came pourin in

Just another Melbourne day

I caught his old sarcastic grin

Now we talk here in the kitchen

And agree to compromise

Every one of us a sinner

World-weary reckless and wise

So we raise a glass or three

To our true lost friend

Though nobody wants to face it

We'll all meet up in the end

The years have rolled on by

We're still playin the same tunes

There's no more tears to cry

We're lickin our new wounds

Like some broken-hearted fool

With too many lonely nights to fill

The hours slip through my hands

Until there's nothing left to kill

So I sit here in this kitchen

Swear I'll leave it all behind

Take the first boat out of town

And pray the winds are kind

I raise a glass or three

To my true lost friend

If it's written in the stars

Then we'll meet up in the end

Down Saint George's Road