الأغاني:
Colin Hay

I drink good coffee every morning It comes from a place that's far away And when I'm done, I feel like talking Without you here, there is less to say

The people allow this last great congregation I tip my hat to the ones that went before My secret voice has the inside information To let the freedom

Well I loved the Lone Ranger and I loved that Dennis Law Him and George Best, sure knew how a kick a ball I wanted tae be a cowboy, and learn a crack

Looks like this may well be it, yeah we're goin' down Ocean's fast approaching, and there's this screeching sound They found that little ol' black box

I came into your store I'm not buying anymore so much for my will until the day I die I will love you still I walked in through your door I swore I wouldn

Thought I?d never reach the water Had to cross the desert and the great divide Drinking only golden promises With white lines in my eyes Oh, sons and

I can feel your love come shining Over and across the sea There never was a light more blinding Ever watching over me I walk into the swirling wind

Clock strikes eight up on a Monday Got to bed half past five Can't remember Saturday or Sunday Life is grand Doesn't it feel good to be alive When you

I drink good coffee every morning It comes from a place that's far away And when I'm done, I feel like talking Without you here, there is less to say