paroles de chanson Juliet - Live - Cold Chisel

Hey you, you better listen to me
When I get starved and you come to me
Well all day Monday, and all day Tuesday and all Wednesday
You, what're you really trying to say
I say you, what're you really trying to say

Jet-lag cramps the lonely face
Cheek-bones pinched and tired
It's a cold tarmac breeze that wraps the terminal 'round
A flight-time drags the night along
A cab slips down the freeway
Time to find a bed for the weeks ahead
It's goodbye

And ice-lines rim the city streets
As tire-whines rip the blacktop
And the lamps wheel above the misty overpass
And Bergman's face in black and white
Repeated down the alleys
And a prayer above for the broken love
Goodbye, it's goodbye, ow

Juliet in travel coat
Leans wasted on the window
Takes a long, long, long, long drag to settle down
It kills her how he turned away
He ripped their love apart
And a prayer above for the broken love
Goodbye, it's goodbye, it's goodbye, it's goodbye, oh

Oh-oh, it's goodbye, you know it's goodbye, baby
Thank you
Good evening