[bad word] 
 Do you still walk the streets at night?
 With the wandlust you fight
 Back to the corner where we went our
 seperate ways

 Well I'd love to photograph your hand
 Then shake it for a while
 Cause you learn so much about someone
 brother or a swine

 The veins that plough beneath your path
 With so many tales to tell
 picture out of focus
 In a frame where no one cares

 Calm the ocean breeze
 Quiet the raging sea
 This stormy ship we sail
 Is a bottle filled with rage

 [bad word] 

 Well we walked upon the railroad
 Cause the train no longer ran
 Where we caught a glimpse of all we missed
 From the stars that filled our eyes

 With a dollar in your only coat
 And a fireball in your hand
 You set your sails for better days
 Down in South Australia

 Dark though it has been
 Your old spirit still shines within
 These last thirteen years depraved
 Of us anything that's worth sayin'

 [bad word] 

 So raise a cheer to those forgotten years
 Back to the corner where wew went our
 seperate ways

 Now the carnival is goin' home
 The ferris wheel is spent
 For those rovin' years of endless jeers
 Have dried all that was left

 Calm the ocean breeze
 Quiet the raging sea
 This stormy ship we sail
 Is a bottle filled with rage

 [bad word]