Came up through selectors
A tick upon a page
Bolder than your training
Younger than your age
15 miles at daybreak - an impulse deep inside
A shower and rub down and quiet sense of pride
Fame can take you far away from home
The wind and rain they chill you to the bone
A leader on the sports page and you reap what you have sown
And it's just another moment on your own
It wasn't for the money, the trophies or champagne
A victory for the inner man, an echo to your name
A line-ball in the slipstream, shake a thousand hands
A minute in the spotlight in a thousand foreign lands
And fame can take you far away from home
The roaring crowds they chill you to the bone
A minute in the spotlight and you reap what you have sown
And it's just another moment on your own
The crowd declares a hero - but heroes seldom last
Your private life is front-page news until your time is past
Jetlagged in December, towels and Staminade
Your name's up on the scoreboard and the ads for aftershave
And fame can take you far way from home
Long distance romance on a hotel phone
And your old friends seem so distant and you reap what you have sown
And it's just another moment on your own
Mick and I wrote this together shortly before the band left for Europe and the UK. In fact we recorded it in London. In essence, it was autobiographical but we didn't want to be seen as just two more musicians whingeing about life on the road. We'd met tennis player, Paul McNamee, backstage one night so Paul and Mark Woodforde, a ex-student of mine at Marion High School in Adelaide, provided the cover. - JS
A tick upon a page
Bolder than your training
Younger than your age
15 miles at daybreak - an impulse deep inside
A shower and rub down and quiet sense of pride
Fame can take you far away from home
The wind and rain they chill you to the bone
A leader on the sports page and you reap what you have sown
And it's just another moment on your own
It wasn't for the money, the trophies or champagne
A victory for the inner man, an echo to your name
A line-ball in the slipstream, shake a thousand hands
A minute in the spotlight in a thousand foreign lands
And fame can take you far away from home
The roaring crowds they chill you to the bone
A minute in the spotlight and you reap what you have sown
And it's just another moment on your own
The crowd declares a hero - but heroes seldom last
Your private life is front-page news until your time is past
Jetlagged in December, towels and Staminade
Your name's up on the scoreboard and the ads for aftershave
And fame can take you far way from home
Long distance romance on a hotel phone
And your old friends seem so distant and you reap what you have sown
And it's just another moment on your own
Mick and I wrote this together shortly before the band left for Europe and the UK. In fact we recorded it in London. In essence, it was autobiographical but we didn't want to be seen as just two more musicians whingeing about life on the road. We'd met tennis player, Paul McNamee, backstage one night so Paul and Mark Woodforde, a ex-student of mine at Marion High School in Adelaide, provided the cover. - JS