1.Lighthouse
Lighthouse tall and grand
Standing on a cold headland
Shine your light across the sea
for a wayward sailor girl like me
Lighthouse man
Guide the sailor back to land
Steer my ship on through the storm
Back to water safe and calm
Sometimes I need a lighthouse for my own
It gets so dark I can't see which way I'm going, ohh
Lighthouse man I'm all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me
Lighthouse man I'm all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me
Lighthouse man can't help us all
Some are saved and some will fall
He'll show you where the danger lies
But he can't help if you capsize
Cause He'll light your way but that is all
Steer your own ship back to shore
Won't you light my lonely way back home
This sea is full of misery and woe, ohh ohh
Woe betide those that say
They don't need no light to light their way
They think they're safe enough on their own
Drown in murky depths below
We all need a lighthouse for our own
It gets so dark I can't see which way I'm going, ohh ohh
Lighthouse man I'm all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me
Lighthouse man I'm all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me
Lighthouse man I'm all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me
Lighthouse man I'm all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me
2.The Waitress
I thought I'd move to Sydney to get a little piece
Of the city life they talk about in the 90's.
Where everyone I meet don't want to know my name
They want to know what I do for a living
My songs don't earn me money or fill my pockets with cash
Every time I go busking I earn more in hash
Everything I want is getting further out of reach
Like that funky little apartment down on bondi
I've been getting cozy with a kiwi boy
He'd kill me if I said he was sweet as apple pie
He's going to leave me and hit the road
He's touring with the theatre – if you see him say I said...
He's touring with the theatre
All the birthday money my parents sent
Was spent on the phonebill and paying the rent
Frijole, guacamole anything you want
I'm working as a waitress in a mexican restaurant
I'm working as a waitress
Working as a waitress
I'm working as a waitress
Working as a waitress
3.London Still
I wonder if you can pick up my accent on the phone
When i call across the country, When i call Across the world,
i can see you in my kitchen i can picture you now
as you toast to your small town and you drink the happy hour
i'm in london still
i'm in, london still
i'm in london, still
i took the tube over to Camden to wander around
i bought some funky records with that old motown sound
and i miss you like my left arm that's been lost in a war
today i dream of home and not of london anymore
i'm in london still
i'm in la ha london still
i'm in london still
you know its okay i'm kinda happy here for now
i think i finally grown up and got myself a lover now
and if i ever come home and i think i will
i hope your gonna wanna hang at my place on sunday still
oh yeah i hope you will
cos i'm in london still
and now we got it sorted here
we've really got it down
to a fine art on sunday in a sleepy sunday town
i wonder what i'm missing i think of songs I've never heard
I'm dreaming of your voices and i'm dreaming of your hurt
i'm in london still
i'm in, london still
i'm in london, still
oh i'm in london still
la la la la la la london still
i'm in london.
4.Circles
Whats you excuse for living like you're
Somebody different
When you're nobody Different
You're just somebody
Tell me the reason behind
All your frustration
It's just a bad situation
But can you trust me
Do you think maybe you live your
Life in circles
Heading nowhere
Talk about it,live without it
5.Billy Jones
We grew up together in an urban town
Just me and Bill Jones always hanging around
A mumma's little boy he was an only child
His clothes were always neat and his hair carefuly styled
Of all the games we'd play I could'nt understad why
I'd have to be the groom and let Billy be the bride
all those pretty dresses he would love to wear
I'd wear a floppy hat and he'd put flowers in his hair
He'd even wear my underwear
A few year later we drifted apart
My family moved south to make a new start
I missed Billy, mum said that was wrong
Dad said 'that boy just don't know where he belongs'
Where does he belong？
A few years later i was working in a bar
It was all smokey and dark, There was a bluesman playing guitar
When in walked a woman wearing emerald green
With a voluptuous figure, She was beautiful and lean
She was looking pretty mean
A full martini shaken not stirred
It was only until about after her third
I started looking closely, Man i should of knowen
It was my old friend, You guessed it, Billy Jones
Oh my god Billy Jones! Oh shit Billy Jones!
Tears filled our eyes as we began to speak
He'd been living a lie, a life so descreet
It made me feel sad to hear him say
In a voice so sweet 'Honey you can call me Jane'
As the night wore on we spoke of yesterday
And how Billy had always knowen that he was gay
I never knew how much a person could change
From little Billy Jones to lean, lusious Jane
Billy Jane Jones This Comes From My Heart
I hope your nights are filled with a thousand stars
But don't waste your sweetness in the empty air
'Cause you don't know how cold and dark it is out there
That's the ballad Of Billy Jane Jones
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