so I said, we go together now
in this clapped out car
with the hand break off
drinking gin from a jar
down down round round
I met him in Western Australia and the sunset over the ocean didn’t matter because he was looking at me with a pair of fluorescent ideas, before I knew it we jumped the festival fence where we danced with bare feet, where we danced with a cigarette in one hand, and our time for each other in the other
we go together now
in this clapped out car
with the seatbelt off
drinking time from a
down down round round
in the morning the sun shone onto our dream stained mattress and he told me that he flies out the next day to one of the mining towns out Karratha way where death smells like watered down dust and loneliness is the only home you’ve got
he drives the trucks there
and he drives them in circles
down down, round round
and I told him it was a choice but he asked me what sort of choice it is when you’re nineteen and alone, hated school, Mum’s on the pokies, and they’re paying $120 grand a year. You’ve never seen that kind of money in your life.
but four weeks on and one week off isn’t enough time for a love story, not when you run out of things to talk about because the rocks don’t change, the circles don’t change, the times don’t change, but somehow the love does
before he knew it he was thirty
he realised he never had time to love anyone
because he spent eleven years
driving rocks around in circles
round round down down