Whitlams Charlie No.3
He'll need some time to get over this But a moment is all he can spare His buddies out there in the city lights And he is trying to care See him offering himself to the world Staring down from the fifty-sixth floor I'd be happy just to catch him again We go out we don't always come back The night pressing in on his weary mind There's a half-eaten moon in the sky Nothing is calling him back to bed And no-one is saying goodbye See him offering himself to the world Staring down from the fifty-sixth floor He's not happy it's the weekend again We go out because we go Back and back...
