Body

The police met the plane

They let you finish your meal

I know you'd like to believe it, baby

But you're more kid than criminal

Just a boy who could not

Get through a domestic flight

Without lighting up in the restroom, got caught

A cloud of smoke, thumb still on the light

You looked so proud

Couldn't wait to call a friend

We had to fly back home

Never got the money back for that weekend

Right there on the Sydney tarmac

I took my luggage down

I said, "I'm gonna leave you

I'm not a good woman when you're around"

That's when the sound came in

I could finally see

I felt the changing of the seasons

All of my senses rushing back to me

Go your own way

Watch me turn my own head

Eyes on the driver, hands in my lap

Heading to the city to get my body back

I remembered early days

When you took my camera

Turned to me, twenty-three

Naked on your bed, looking straight at you

Do you still have that photograph?

Would you use it to hurt me?

Well, l guess it's just my life

And it's just my body

I guess it's just my life

And it's just my body

I guess it's just my life

And it's just my body

I guess it's just my life

And it's just my body

I guess it's just my life

And it's just my body