I could Die Looking At You

She was the great great grand daughter
To Clancy Of The Overflow
He a good friend from way back then
Of the bush poet named Banjo
We went out drinking dark ale
She said you know I'm a poet, too
But all I could murmur back to her was
I could die looking at you
I could die looking at you

On the road you put your trust in strangers
And take wrong turns
With too much time to think
And far too many drinks
But I like the way the whiskey burns
Like a bird you swooped down
You edged closer, then off you flew
It was lucky you didn't stay there with me
I could have died looking at you
I could die looking at you

This three-day love affair was over
It felt like a dream
Those sweet drunken mornings
Down in the ville's dirty CBD
Will I ever see the northern plains
And see the ghost of Clancy riding through
'Cause for now, I'm flying south back home
Thinking
I almost died looking at you
I could die looking at you

Of the overflow
Just like Banjo
I'm stuck back in the city
Where people don't have time to grow
Was it Morocco or Spain where we said we'd run away
To leave our woes and start something new
Or maybe when we're old
We'll meet again
And then I can die looking at you
I could die looking at you