Lyrics Brisbane Daylight Express (Live At the Wireless) - Cold Chisel

Ain't that sunshine good when you're waitin' on the falling tide
Don't let punch hit that drum made of satin by the riverside
Verandah bars and chilling wine
A shaggy nose and a laser smile
And the girls at that seat are sliding through the TV guide

And the boat sets out, it's a rock singer's dream
And your love is kind of cold baby
Parkinson's on, let's sink your dreams, yeah
Well then, God, guess you thought that you were kinda fast
You should have known that we could never last
I don't mind to talk about such a scant standard, don't fight me, yeah
You hear it? Your train now

The boat sets out, it's a rock singer's dream
And your love is soundin' cold, here it comes again
Why you can miss your dinner, can miss your tray
And miss your lover on the ending lane
Please don't miss the Brisbane Daylight Train
(You don't hear it? Stand on, he can hear it?

I'd like to int- you all
Introduce you to our guitar player, Mr Ian Moss
He's gonna be in town for a while
Nice to see people up movin' here

Over to you, clappin' their hands here

Take you up higher
Take you up higher
Take you up higher
Take you higher
Take you higher and higher and higher and higher
Higher and higher and higher and higher
Higher and higher and higher and higher
Take two, same cue

The boat sets out, it's a rock singer's dream
And your love is soundin' cold, here it comes again
You can miss your dinner, can miss your tray
And miss lover on the ending lane

Please don't miss the Brisbane Daylight Train
Ah Bella, please don't miss the Brisbane Daylight Train
Here it comes
Ah Bella, please don't miss the Brisbane Daylight Train
Bella, please don't miss the Brisbane Daylight Train
Please don't miss the Brisbane Daylight Train, yeah
Wooh, wooh, don't miss it baby