From now to Tweed Heads to Timbuktu
I had a hell of a time just keeping up with you,
‘til one day I just let you go
Well you’d dance so bright ‘til you’d be on fire
Like the crest of a wave, like the top of a spire
Before slipping rung by rung down below
Now I won’t stumble into you
And drag you from that wreckage you were heading to
You ain’t no fatalist
I’m just trying to see things your way
Staring at the sea, toying with that dead wish
One of the first girls I ever romanced
I took you to her house and you began to dance to Crosby, Stills and Nash and Young
She smiled bemused and whispered who is this cat that you dragged in here
It was so funny that I started laughing ‘til I almost burst a lung
Oh between the devil and the deep blue sea
That’s where you were for a tiny eternity
No I won’t be stumbling into you
Can’t drag you from that wreckage, drag you from that wreckage that you were heading to
Can’t drag you from that wreckage you were heading to
Can’t drag you from that wreckage you were heading to
Can’t drag you from that wreckage you were heading, wreckage you were heading to
