From St Kilda to Kings Cross is thirteen hours on a bus 
I pressed my face against the glass and watched the white [bad word] past 
And all around me felt like all inside me 
And my body left me and my soul [bad word] 

Have you ever seen Kings Cross when the rain is falling soft?
I came in on the evening bus, form Oxford Street i cut across 
And if the rain dont fall too hard everything shines 
Just like a postcard
Everything goes on just the same 
Fair-weather friends are the hungriest friends 
I keep my mouth well shut, i cross their open hands

I want to see the sun go down from St Kilda esplanade
Where the beach needs [bad word]  where the palm trees have it hard
I'd give you all of Sydney harbour (all that land, all that water)
For that one sweet promenade