The Last of the Hurdles

Felicity came from the outskirts of Brisbane She treated each friend with devout care and wisdom I asked for her number with hugs on the side And she went on and on 'bout her boyfriend who died And I cried Not for the boyfriend Felicity came for a Manchester weekend We kissed as we danced, toe to toe, cheek to cheek And the pushers around us were empty and nascent For the first in a long time I felt quite complacent How droll For me to be happy Whoever invented the last of the hurdles Must never have bruised as he crumbled and gurgled Wherever I'll be, I'll be bound to the track 'Cause the last of the hurdles keeps sending me back She had this way to cast away gloom When she'd make your eyes rise to the size of the moon I took off my shoes and went into her room And I lay on her bed, and inhaled a balloon And I thought What a nice nightlight What a nice night Whoever invented the last of the hurdles Must never have bruised as he crumbled and gurgled Wherever I'll be, I'll be bound to the track 'Cause the last of the hurdles keeps sending me back Whoever invented the last of the hurdles Must never have bruised as he crumbled and gurgled Wherever I'll be, I'll be bound to the track 'Cause the last of the hurdles keeps sending me back