I've lived some in lots of places None long enough to call them home It's hard to keep track of the numbers Streets and suburbs, keys and phones I remember parts of all of them I remember hidden rooms I used to sit out on that balcony Thinking it must be time to move If I wake up in the middle Of a fitful dream at night I sometimes stare into the darkness Filled with small amounts of fright For these shadows seem familiar But they also seem so strange Is this a new house or an old one? Is it the house or me that's changed? Now I sit on my verandah And I gaze out over my fence And I remember on that balcony We made a love that time laments I still remember some streets and suburbs But I lost all my keys and phones It's hard to keep track when you've left Little bits of your heart in all those homes But a house is not a home So now I rock myself to sleep With thoughts of where I'd like to die Maybe in a home that bears resemblance To all the windows of my eye We hid our love in a room of shadows In daydreams I visit every day Come up to my balcony, look through my window I'm there at home and where I'll stay

Waking up in the bright day after, fully clothed in the car Body and mind in a shambles at the wheel I'm sure glad I didn't drive and had the brains to fall asleep And sleep all night with my face squashed against the window I can hardly see the steering wheel but I'm driving anyway Get me some water and some soft drink and some gum I need to get my mind back, I find a toilet, I find a park And lay down under a tree with a breeze across my face Drift off to dreaming of a lady and she's a'snuggling in my cheek But it ain't nothing but a stupid dog's tongue Now I gotta figure out what the hell should I do now? Wipe the stains off my clothes or a tear from her eye So should I go away, face the cold I'm running from? There'd be no real warmth in your arms anyway It's just a dance with a ghost and I'm the one who's lost Haunting houses that've been empty for years My sister calls me up and ask me what I'm doing now I tell her my story in all of it's pitiful glory Ah, but she loves me, she won't judge me, even up to my neck in shit Even though she don't owe me a damn thing I think I might've slipped when my lips brushed over your lips But who can tell at those blasted hazy hours? When my face rested against yours, then fell off and hit the floor Sent the both of us tumbling, tumbling from our chairs I woke up in the bright day after, heart weighing towards the road But it's her heart breaking that's twisting me inside And it's not that I feel guilty, and it's not that I feel bad It's just that I think I gotta lose the best thing I ever had So I should go away and face the cold I'm running from And in her arms tell her truly that I've fucked it up Yeah, I been dancing with a ghost, and I don't deserve her love And go live in houses that'll be empty for years So yeah, I should go away and face the cold I'm running from And I should even walk away from you For you're nothing but another ghost You should go and find your own mournful outpost And go tend to houses that'll be empty for years

So I've written some songs about some girls 'Spose I've written a couple, it's true And a couple of them might've even been about you It's always the same old shit Where'd you go? Why'd you leave? Please come back! Why, why, why, why, why? I guess a song is where the heartache seems to fit And I'm sick of all of it, yeah I'm sick of all it I'm sick of all the poets, and I'm sick of all the singers They're just a drunk bunch of whiners And here I am drinking again I'm tired, tired of singing songs about you and I They live on when you really should die But it's a wonderful way to get by Getting paid for these stories in wine Wine Whine Whinge Well if the bottle is my friend, then you must be the enemy 'Cos you take up so much of my time When I could be out drinking all that wine And Cohen said, "Many have loved before us" He knew, yeah, he knew that we are not new And I'll drink to that sad bastard There ain't nothing special about me him or you And maybe I drink to much beer But I have done for years Why would I stop now? Don't think I'd even know how For when I'm singing my songs at the bar They keep on giving me drinks and I keep on playing my guitar Didn't you know you're half-famous? When I sing you're half the star And I'm tired, tired of singing songs about you and I They give you life when you really should die Oh, but it's a wonderful way to get by Yeah, it's a wonderful way to get by You get paid for your stories with wine Wine Whine Whinge Wine Gets me every time

Can I've a drag on your cigarette? Said she, and I quietly obliged For it's the simple things that we share That make joyous the passing of time I've alway been a poor man And a little bit hard on the eye So I give whatever I can To you, is to share and share alike Can I've a drag of your cigarette? Of course you can! For what's mine is yours You got some ash on the bed? That's OK I got some on the floor

Tying the fizz, let it rain, let it drain, let it drain It's some new-fangled whiz, not the same, but still lame, still so lame It's made up and weighed up and straight up lies It's a rotten carcass to a swarm of flies And I won't believe in a dissolving thing Like some tablet in water Let the sickness bring me down And let it bring me home Cos I been too drunk to leave And too sick to care But I'm hoping that I'll greet you and the cold won't be there I've felt new in this skin before But not like this, this is strange, it's more I swear that it's more I'm swearing more, but I don't know what for I only know that it's a war But I don't know what for Well I'm bringing it home on loan It's not mine, I don't own Don't own a thing that is mine And it's not ours, not yours, don't think I'd want it anyway Yeah, it's a tired repeat in a tired street of old clapped-out cars It's the fireworks in the sky in front of the stars And I'm swearing more and I can't even watch For from the ground it's just a war with a bottle of scotch And I been too drunk to leave And much too sick to care But I been hoping that I'll greet you in the cold pure air I've felt strange in this skin before But not like this, this is new, it's more I swear that it's more I'm swearing more, than I ever have before And I call an encore On this old war It's one that I don't want to ever end It's a war that will ultimately send me round the bend It's a war that makes us strangers And even though I'm aware of the dangers I still want this war until the bitter end Till this old world ain't nothing but a husk And we are but nothing, my friend

originally written by Laurie and Sarah Frawley (L. Frawley - control), lyrics adapted and music written by Jimmy Stewart