Top Of Her Goodbye

Intro: Verse: Oh I heard her ask 'What time is it?' As she gently moved my fingertips And when she kissed me at the door to the sound of mowing lawns I knew I'd reached the top of her goodbye And now I faced the downhill slide So I stepped out into the void and plunged to my demise All the world is nature strips and bitumen and eucalypts. And rolled up papers at the door and weekend fathers crying poor. Oh I?ve been on many fruitless trips. And I?ve put my ear to countless lips. Everybody?s got their view but I never heard a word cut through. I feel like I?m hanging on a vine. Surrounded by monkeys all the time. And standing below me all the natives sharpening their knives. All the world is nature strips and bitumen and eucalypts. And rolled up papers at the door and weekend fathers crying poor. She left here so long ago and bought a house where winter?s cold. And always sends my letters back, ?Return to the address attached?. And it?s so funny when worlds end I shrug my shoulders and pretend that they?ll return. I?m missing something in my head or maybe underneath my ribs that I can?t learn. And that?s what burns. Solo over normal progression I feel like I?m hanging on a vine. Surrounded by monkeys all the time. And standing below me all the natives sharpening their knives. All the world is nature strips and bitumen and eucalypts. And rolled up papers at the door and weekend fathers crying poor. She left here so long ago and bought a house where winter?s cold. And always sends my letters back, ?Return to the address attached?.