St. Kilda Again - Mary Black

With your famous philosophies

Tied up in brown paper wrapping and string

You stepped back through time

Like the time that you stepped through

Meant nothing at all

A little bit weary and world worn and eager

For taking some more

And we leaned on each other like brothers

And fought with our backs to the wall

We took no routine stance

We were living' our lives by chance

Robbing Peter for Paul

Losing it all

Maybe I’ll find you one Saturday night

In St. Kilda again

We were wrong the world didn’t end

Between there and here

Thought it’s still looking shaky and worn

Did you give up your dreaming

Believing time finds a price for us all

But time is an enemy, patient and clever

And way beyond our control

When you run out of time

It’s funny but money can’t talk at all

When the world turned rough

And betrayed your trust

And they left you out in the cold

In the deafening silence

A man is an island

When he’s out on his own

A little bit weary and world worn

Not eager for talking anymore

Hey brother what happened

To standing and fighting

With our backs to the wall