The last payphone on Warrigal Road
It’s a landmark, a rabbit hole
Bedside steak night, smoke in the bowl
Steel pins chasing oblivion
I followed you whole
There’s no question that I know
Your eyes take me
Where I want to go
Highway yawning, so am I
Written out there on an empty sky
A warning calling me
A siren sound
A warning calling
Even now
South East side joyride
From Scorsby to home
Bye bye snake eyes
It was your last roll
Bug-eyed, curbside, no lock on the door
I’m not sure what song you’re singing
But I’ve heard it before
Draw your finger across your throat
You leave me Bayside, and
I’m lonely when you go
See your brake lights’ orange glow
Your skyline’s painted in champagne gold
A warning calling
A siren sound
A warning calling me
Even now
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