Laura Jean Northerly
There's a northerly coming through
Darlinghurst. You found me crying
Under a Moreton Bay fig
We made out under the fruit bats
I smelled the humidity off the concrete
Then it rained hard and mean
Soaking through our jeans
You ran away down Oxford Street
You weren't ready for a girl like me
There's a northerly coming through
Straight down the Hume
Into my room
Your grandad was a famous painter
I visited you in his home
But you'd taken too many painkillers
You were dead to the world
There were paintings stacked up under your bed
I touched you through the blanket
Said goodbye to your old man
Never saw you again
There's a northerly coming through…
I've gotta get on with my day
The breeze is turning cool
Did you know I moved down south
To get over you?
The weather down here is wild
You never know what it's gonna do
