Darwin In The Dry

Dadada

I’ve got no destination
And I’m sipping on my tea
I’ve got all day long
Just to walk down the street
I start at Cool Spot Fannie Bay
Then head to Casuarina on the four
Maybe stop at Nightcliff for a satay
And drop in The Greenhouse for a pour
Then I find myself a secret garden
And I sit down with my book
But I’m not planning on reading
I’m just here to have a look
At people up and down the tracks
Maybe he plays a sax
Maybe she has a lot of cats
The many characters of Darwin in the dry

Dadada

There’s a woman cross the park
With the best smile I’ve ever seen
I put my book aside and walk her way
In my blue KingGs
We start to talk about something
Then I suggest we get a drink
Let’s bike over the bridge to Casuarina
Tell me, what do you think?
And so we head to the pub at Rapid Creek
For the live music we seek
And we’re dancing for the sunset
And all the people that we meet
We dance like crazy on the floor
Then we head on out the door
And we meet up with friends for more
All of the promises of Darwin in the dry

Dadada

Now we head back to the city
We’ve picked up a friend or two
Maybe this morning we were strangers
But not by this afternoon
We hang until the sun comes up
End up skinny-dipping
In somebody’s back yard
Then head to Mitchell Street
And there we party hard
Bar hopping like old school
Now walking home in the cool
I reminisce about the good times
Where we bohemians would meet
It changes, yes, of course
But this city I can’t help adore
Culture is what this city’s for
The serendipity of Darwin in the dry

Dadada

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