Bid me remember what I done
The ditch witch, the back hoe, the bobcat, the tip
Just passing through
I'm sorry, darling, but your roving poet's
Collect each Saturday to brood and sally forth
Or tell it like I know more
And cast my eyes over the ideas that I couldn't save
What inspiration are the women of the dog track
With the windows down and the cigarettes alight
It covers up the cedar mirror
Become regret and break upon me now wave after wave
Bid me remember what I done
We were winding up the road to the site
Just a bank balance troubadour
At ten o'clock is when I rise from my grave
I didn't know what I could do
Oh where, oh where, oh where did you get into to?
We're just passing through
A strange appeal unto a pocket where a body lay
Just a footloose man-whore
Well, I know I'm not loathe to show it
A strange appeal is in the magazine zodiac
Singing some rubbish about, "My soul's alright"
I didn't know what I could do, it's just you and I
I'm sorry, babe, but your roving poet's
Who can't talk the talk anymore
Soil from the hillock spilling over on that solemn lip
And some other guy forever passing through
Singing some rubbish about, "My soul's alright"
I smile like a bandsaw
Do you ever see your weakness any clearer?
When time doesn't tear you pay a fee to make it rip
Who can't sing the song anymore
Become regret and break upon me now wave after wave
We were winding up the road to the site
She had a halo, was a heroine
Just passing through
Now there's a wheel and there's a well and there's a big rack
We're just passing through
The perfumed killers from the north
She had a halo, was a heroine
When the one did leave the other went to war Enola Gay
I saw a dream of such a couple only yesterday
With the windows down and the cigarettes alight
Just passing through
And drink a cup into the one of earth the other skies
(Like a rat through a snake)
(Like a gall stone)
I don't know enough to know, not to show it
And out your mouth a tiny burst of tiny baby cries
At ten o'clock is when you open up your apple eyes
Just passing through
(Little rubbish through a rake)
