Well, I Ain't Written A Love SongIn So Long As Your Hair LeadsDown Your Spine But I Don't MindA Few Lines Tonight,I'll Regret It For The Rest Of TimeLet Your Hips And Your LipsAnd Your Fingertips SlipAgainst The City StreetsSeepin' In Again, Sleepin' InWhile My Friends Get High On The EdgeOf The West Side HighwayDid You Ever Make It Back To Byron BayThe Day You Told Me To Quit Drinkin'?And Thinkin' That I Was Gonna DieBefore Thirty,Your Mom Was So Worried AboutAll Those Kids In The HouseTearin' Picture Frames DownOur Fathers Were Never AroundWhen We Were YoungerReff :So Let Me Go..I Saw You On The River's EdgeDraggin' On A Plastic CigaretteWith Your Swim Top Still WetSo Let It Go..Meetin' You Out On The CoastYou Hate The Smell Of Real SmokeSo Why'd You Always Keep Me So Close..?You Were Collectin' Shells OutOn The Bay Shore,You Know I Was A Shell Before?Deep In The Hands Of Another, My BrotherHad Told Me To Leave, But I Didn't BelieveThat Evil Would Mean Some People You MeetOut In QueensThe Way The Rain Came DownThe Other Day In Byron BayMade Me Feel So Alone, So I Just Went HomeAnd Scribbled Some PoemThat I Know That You'll Never ReadReff :So Let Me Go..I Saw You On The River's EdgeDraggin' On A Plastic CigaretteWith Your Swim Top Still WetSo Let Me Go..Meetin' You Out On The CoastYou Hate The Smell Of Real SmokeWhy'd You Always Keep It So Close?Reff :So Let Me Go..I Saw You On The River's EdgeDraggin' On A Plastic CigaretteWith Your Swim Top Still Wet
