She's dreaming up a holiday
Falling asleep
All the little miseries of Monday morning
Saying come back won't you please
Downstream into a quiet blue night
Sheltered from the stormy skies
Skipping over fields with ease
Won't be back until you need me
She sees a poacher cut a barbed wire fence
And the creatures flee the foothills in fear
And if a mountain is a monument to Nothing then
Ain't we a pack of sorry mutineers
But she's my favourite
Where she's bound
Honey, who can tell
She's my favourite
Where I went wrong
Honey, I can't tell
High over the smoking vents of sawmill towns
South into the Darling Downs
Down over the border where the rivers crawl
Before they're flushing out the bloodless sounds
That flow below the city skyline
Like a pipe organ that's choking on its tongue all tied
Harder on your ear than a Chinese new year
And louder than a sun if you could hear one once
Over the fruit bats heaving higher in the soup
Screaming, "Why you coming here in just your birthday suit?
You make a Sodom then defend yourselves
You little demons like to love your Hell"
But she's my favourite
Where she's bound
Honey, who can tell
She's my favourite
Where I went wrong
Honey, I can't tell
She takes the Moon in hand and powders her nose
The stars are shimmering like the cymbals at a Broadway show
Meet me by the seawall before the high tides rise
She's going everywhere she's been with every boy
She's ever tried
Sands of Mercury make her black eyeliner
The seas of Neptune leave her eyelids blue
A kiss from Mars will turn her lips blood red
And a black hole makes a purse she drops a world into
She goes dancing by the waterfront
To every dance I never took her to
With all the boys who made her happy for a moment
Then abandoned her for being blue
But she's my favourite
Where she's bound
Honey, who can tell
She's my favourite
Where I went wrong
Honey, I can't tell
She sinks home low over the countryside
Drawing in her wings before the sun gets high
Down into my pockmark on that big old wheel
As earthbound as she left me
She's my hunted little favourite
For miles around they know her face
Rugged up in her winter coat
Sleeping by the fireplace.
Falling asleep
All the little miseries of Monday morning
Saying come back won't you please
Downstream into a quiet blue night
Sheltered from the stormy skies
Skipping over fields with ease
Won't be back until you need me
She sees a poacher cut a barbed wire fence
And the creatures flee the foothills in fear
And if a mountain is a monument to Nothing then
Ain't we a pack of sorry mutineers
But she's my favourite
Where she's bound
Honey, who can tell
She's my favourite
Where I went wrong
Honey, I can't tell
High over the smoking vents of sawmill towns
South into the Darling Downs
Down over the border where the rivers crawl
Before they're flushing out the bloodless sounds
That flow below the city skyline
Like a pipe organ that's choking on its tongue all tied
Harder on your ear than a Chinese new year
And louder than a sun if you could hear one once
Over the fruit bats heaving higher in the soup
Screaming, "Why you coming here in just your birthday suit?
You make a Sodom then defend yourselves
You little demons like to love your Hell"
But she's my favourite
Where she's bound
Honey, who can tell
She's my favourite
Where I went wrong
Honey, I can't tell
She takes the Moon in hand and powders her nose
The stars are shimmering like the cymbals at a Broadway show
Meet me by the seawall before the high tides rise
She's going everywhere she's been with every boy
She's ever tried
Sands of Mercury make her black eyeliner
The seas of Neptune leave her eyelids blue
A kiss from Mars will turn her lips blood red
And a black hole makes a purse she drops a world into
She goes dancing by the waterfront
To every dance I never took her to
With all the boys who made her happy for a moment
Then abandoned her for being blue
But she's my favourite
Where she's bound
Honey, who can tell
She's my favourite
Where I went wrong
Honey, I can't tell
She sinks home low over the countryside
Drawing in her wings before the sun gets high
Down into my pockmark on that big old wheel
As earthbound as she left me
She's my hunted little favourite
For miles around they know her face
Rugged up in her winter coat
Sleeping by the fireplace.