And each chance I get to get close to you
The shadows come and the late afternoon makes
The warmth withdraw like a dive bell sinks
The air turns to octopus ink

I met her at the county fair
My first impressions cleaved in pairs
She had hair that tumbled, eyes of steam
All nature seemed in harmony

The times you only feel one way
Are times that you remember most
But then you're wrong cause most those times
You really have been feeling both

I met her at the chestnut tree
And all despair abandoned me
Down by the armoury we walked
And music was the words she talked

Where does all the good luck lie?
Go one, three, five, seven and nine
Show me where those bright lodes glow
Go deeper in the mountain side

Tell me, which way if my luck deserts?
Dig deeper in that rock and dirt
And which way when the good luck dies?
Go over, under, side by side
And I, I hear a knock on my door
Someone's waiting outside
Waiting outside, what for?
My ride

And beneath moonless hills
Chinese nocturnes breathe Cantonese through young Joe Byrne
Horsefly, shanghaied, "Stay home
And you won't ever be alone", they lied

The engineer fortuity
Her tool box full with mercury
Lobs heart attacks from chandeliers
Sends rescuers with frozen beards

And other empty monologues
About mineshafts trimmed like synagogues
Man, she don't hate the ones she kills
But she don't love the mouths she fills

And if it's all supposed to mean something
It ain't nothing he's interested in
One thing Joe Byrne won't never know
Is you only get what you let go

He pitched his tent down Havilah
So he won't ever have to travel far
It don't matter; Chinese or Afghan
All that he wants grows on dry land
Which way when my good luck dies?
Go one, three, five, seven and nine
Show me where the doomed roam free
With poppy seeds and armoured hides

Which way if my luck deserts?
Dig deeper in that frozen dirt
And which way when my good luck dies?
Go over, under, side by side

And I hear an engine running
And I see a headlamp shine
And I feel my heart is sinking
And Lord
Lord my ride
Lord my ride
Is waiting outside what for?
To be nailed to a door
To be nailed to a door
To be nailed to a door