High St. Sunset

Looking down from High St. Hill, see the smog hanging over the highrise I'm staring down the tram tracks at this brand new town of mine Red brick rooves of Northcote, people come and go Hop aboard the city tram and everyone is nervous I'm gonna take my guitar down to Melbourne I'm taking it with me when I go I'm gonna take my guitar down to Melbourne Well that country town was way too slow Punks and rockers and tough guys looking for a big night out Well there's dogshit on the pavement, the evening's coming down Cars pull up the High St Hill cabs and Kombi's too There's GT's revving at the red lights, everyones ready to go I'm gonna take my guitar down to Melbourne I'm taking it with me when I go I'm gonna take my guitar down to Melbourne Well that country town was way too slow Blokes with bottles in brown paper bags, pub and TAB its heaven Well I'm stumbling down High St Hill got to be home by seven Good Iooking Greeks in dinner suits with muscles, girls and cars They got Cleopatra haircuts, they're all cruising past I'm gonna take my guitar down to Melbourne I'm taking it with me when I go I'm gonna take my guitar down to Melbourne Well that country town was way too slow