Song Lyrics

Jimmy Barnes / Ben Rodgers

It’s a long dark road, leads me to where I’m going.
It’s a hard, hard way, and I got no way of knowing.

I can see you dressing up, and wanting someone’s blessing
And I know it’s not for me

It’s a long dark road, It’s a hard, hard way

It’s a long, dark road, each step that I take to nowhere
And I travel alone, no trace of the things we once shared.

What we once were sharing all the hopes and dreams and caring
Are cast aside and left to bleed

It’s a long dark road, It’s a hard, hard way

I can see you dressing up, and wanting someone’s blessing
And I know it’s not for me
What we once were sharing all the hopes and dreams and caring
Are cast aside and left to bleed

It’s a long dark road, It’s a hard, hard way
And I travel alone, it’s a long dark road.

Don Walker

The summer lightning flicks in sheets
The negative reveals
The last house where this dogtown meets the river
Meets the fields
Lookin’ out the East I’d say
That thunderhead could be a thousand miles away
Out off the coast
Unreal

I’ve been thinkin’, off and on, about you
About the summer now gone
And what I mean to do
All in all, this town
Is only good for if you need to not be found
For a while
For a turn or two

You, on the other hand, just may be
A whole new and fascinating possibility
How far, and how wired
Could we get on down the line
Once fired
On that trajectory

How long could we play
Who’d be the first to peel away before the end
Is what I’d like to see

Yeah, you can look around
But we ain’t got much time
Baby, we’ll be
The perfect crime.

The summer lightning flicks in sheets
Across the world tonight
All across this little town
This little party light
Strung out with the others
Down a highway bleak and beautiful as you
All flash
And no relief in sight

One kiss, you and I
Could outrun anything we do
For a while
And that’s alright

Yeah, you can look around
But we ain’t got much time
Baby, we’ll be
The perfect crime.

Jimmy Barnes / Ben Rodgers

A winter cold, eighteen, forty-three.
In a whiskey rage, and a heart would bleed.
She found a fancy-man, that would do the deed.
And take old Henry’s life and set Lucretia free.

She said she hated him unless they both were drunk
She swore she’d leave him cold, in the corner slumped.
Before his eyes were cold, they had the body dumped.
And at the break of day Lucretia came undone.

The hangman told her the truth,
She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose
She felt the pain inside from the very start,
All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart.

Well a spot of blood by the bed was found,
It was hers not his, she was heard to shout.
And as they hauled her away and her hands were bound
Lucretia’s eyes were cold, as the cold, hard ground

The hangman told her the truth,
She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose
She felt the pain inside from the very start,
All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart.

The trial was short the lovers had confessed,
And the rope was tied and slipped around their necks
And left the holy ground where they would never rest
And not a tear was shed the night Lucretia left

The hangman told her the truth,
She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose
She felt the pain inside from the very start,
All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart.

The hangman told her the truth,
She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose
She felt the pain inside from the very start,
All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart.

Don Walker

Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll
And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul
There’s another place, does a better job by far

When the moonlight hammers on the railway bridge
And the whole world’s lookin’ for a beverage
And you ain’t got nothin’, nothin’ in the boot a the car
Time for the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar

When the coal-trucks settle up and down the line
You can wake up thinking that it’s ‘89
But there’s another sound, thicker than a Bolivar

You can hear it pumping out the roll-a-door
Walnut piano on a wooden floor
Backbeat drummer, Roy on a slide guitar
Coming from the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar

When the high tide’s suckin’ at the old sea wall
And the full moon’s lookin’ like a mirror ball
Bigger than Elvis, hotter than a speedway star

With a wet paypacket on a midnight hand
They say you can win a mariachi band
You can lose a girl, quicker than a coup de grace
In the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar

Haul that mother, haul that son
Haul that rubber to the end of a run
That ain’t got ridden since between the wars
All hidden from the liquor laws

Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll
And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul
There’s another place, does a better job by far

That’s the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)

Don Walker

Wake up in the morning, feel like shit
Waiting on a message, that’s my hit
Forget about food, forget about time
Alla my body, alla my mind
Alla my intentions, alla my drive
Is bent on keeping our connection alive
Every decision, my vision is pinned
Counting off the hours till you call again

chorus

I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you
I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you

Checkin’ on messages, lookin’ at the wall
Leavin’ my room, walkin’ up and down the hall
Exiting the building, on the street
Shopping for nothing on the same old beat
Wandering the city, another night lost
Counting off the hours, the stations of the Cross
Counting off the hours, back to my room
Teenage cars goin’ boom boom boom

I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you
I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you

Wake up in the morning, feel like shit
Waiting on a message, that’s my hit
Forget about food, forget about time
Forget about checkin’ out the scene of the crime

I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you