[Verse]
And I felt pressed and dried like a flower
In between the pages of their lives
Like a chapter added to a story
Neither of them meant to write
And there was violence under every word he said
He would raise his hand for silence
As if to slap at the very air between us
And then he'd do much more than that
And my mother, she had been a singer
In a going nowhere band around our town
And my father would wait in the car to pick her up
But then he never put her down
And I met him at the railway crossing
Where the Hume did it's best to miss Coles Lane
And he took me as far Mullengandra
And then he drove me home again
And he was neither handsome nor a thinker
But he talked and talked until I had to smile
So when he laid his arm across my shoulder
I let him leave it there a while
So when my school called my mother with a question
I had only seen that moment in my mind
For I was already on a train to Sydney
Leaving all you ghosts behind
[Chorus]
And time keeps marching on me like a soldier
Knee-deep in the mud but pressing on
And now I cannot go home until all you ghosts are gone
And that might take more time than we have left in all these clocks unwinded
Unwinded
[Verse]
And I had savings from a job last Christmas
I got myself a room above The Cooper's Arms
And I would watch all the pretty boys on King's Street
Hailing down those passing cars
By now I couldn't even hope to keep you secret
Swollen heavy as the yoke around my neck
And when the doctor told me you were holding healthy
I knew my mother's own regrets
And I met him on way home from the station
But I had failed again to join the daily grind
And he was lean and seemed hungry for conversation
By then I was hungry all the time
[Chorus]
And time keeps marching on me like a soldier
Knee-deep in the mud but pressing on
And now I cannot go home until all you ghosts are gone
And that might take more time than we have left in all these clocks unwinded
Unwinded
[Verse]
But there's nothing I wouldn't do for you my child
You're the only thing I know is truly mine
So when he laid his arm around my shoulder
I let him leave it there a while
[Chorus]
And now we cannot go home until all you ghosts are gone
No, we cannot go home until all you ghosts are gone
Now we cannot go home until all you ghosts are gone
And that might take more time than we have left in all these clocks unwinded
Coles Lane Crossing was written by Josh Pyke.