Winter Coat

Got this old winter coat At the op shop at Montague square And you were there Sunlight framed by a halo of dust in the air Poking through the crockery someone's grandma gave away This old coat those cups and saucers Wasn't all that we found that day Caught your eye, you caught mine I threw you some half-arsed line About dead men's clothes and the fashions of yesterday In the rain walking home All the trams along Sydney Road Rang their bells to the rhythm of your name Lives get built on times like these Chance becomes our destiny As for me I'd never have been of any note If not for Montague square, you being there And the need of a new winter coat Got this old winter coat At the op shop at Montague square And you were there You were there You were there