I chased you like you stole something On Rucker's Hill tonight On the left, the sunset over the city And the pretty mountains on the right When you hit the top, you stopped and dropped My heart right on nthe ground I said: "I don't want it back! I cannot stand to hear it pound!" You dragged me in to Eastment Street Where the Pink Palace used to stand You backed me up against a wall For to teach me how to dance One step, two step, turn around And then you dropped your pants Man, I don't think that's dancing The way Arthur Murray understands You, you own my heart tonight Me, I only dream my dream that We, we own the streets tonight But only the way that the kitten owns the cream From Darling Street to Seperation It's only a quarter mile But it takes you half an hour If you're doing it in style If you're roaming in the gloaming Combing the bindies right out of your hair From Plimsoll Park flirtations Where the neighbours come to stare I take you down The Boulevard To where the bellbirds make their chimes Throwing rocks into the river Like I've done a hundred times With every splash on your eyelashes Like dew upon the vine I'm doubling up my dreams Turning my nickels into dimes You, you own my heart tonight Me, I only dream my dream that We, we own the streets tonight But only the way that the kitten owns the cream In Kew, we're burning hedges Just make a little light The red blast on our faces Makes a shepherd's delight Please, Mr. Policeman Don't tie anvils to our kite We promise we'll be gone Before the morning light It's a long, long way to Balwyn But it's calling me to come All those guitars unstolen Are just waiting for my strum The songs I sang to make a a bang Back in 1981 I'll change the names to your name If you promise me you'll come You, you own my heart tonight Me, I only dream my dream that We, we own the streets tonight But only the way that the kitten owns the cream A thousand years from now What will they find? Two names scratched in concrete And an empty bottle of wine! I dreamed I saw St Augustine He was nibbling on your ear If I could have you summer He's got the whole rest of the year But if it's half-past-December And I still find that fucker here I guess I'll just wake up And I will draw you near You, you own my heart tonight Me, I only dream my dream that We, we own the streets tonight From where I'm sitting It seems oddly fitting That it's only the way that the kitten owns the cream It's only the way that the kitten owns the cream

I hear that you've got a dump out on the highway Someone said something about growing your own Jill saw you at a show, but you slipped out sideways She could tell by the beard that you were living alone I know that I lost you when I had to get on with my life But now, I'm not so sure that it was worth all the tears I'm still trying to break my own heart, tryinf to slice it right out with my knife But each cut releases a ghost from the back of my years Do you remember that house we had down in St Kilda Where the boys used to blow in just like the breeze I had Tom The Piper's Son and you had Bob The Builder How we laughed at the way he'd dance without bending his knees That was the time when I should not have had the next drink I'm still choking on that last sip of my wine You said: "Get rid of Tom, and I'll get rid of Bob, and we'll run right down to the sea" But I was too wasted to bother untangling the line When the afternoon's ageing as afternoons are itching to do I grab my Washburn, my drugs and my bottle of wine I sit down and wait for the magic hour, when the ghosts come passing through And, maybe, some of them faces will come close to mine I pick out the chords of After The Gold Rush And the C-F-G-Am Sweet Jane And if you can hear me and forget about that old, old stuff We can dance that time back over again Jimmy's still kept hostage by his voices And Billy's found his castle right down in the sand No prizes for guessing that Annie'sm still making bad choices And John's still trapped in the backline of that shit 70s band And what about you? Do you ever think of the time? Do you ever ache to be back by my side? I will keep sending out these indiscriminate rhymes I put on my ghost shirt and dance up the prince of my tribe