Rex (Fall of the Westgate Bridge)

Swaggered like a Texan
We called him Rex, and
He was my friend
Decent old muso
Talked shit all night boozing
Hocked his guitar
For a night at the bar
Shook till he sipped
From his hip flask and sighed

There when the Westgate went up
And when she came down
When the dust finally settled
Rex was nowhere to be found

His whereabouts a mystery
Landed miraculously
On a big slab of concrete
Stirred up and shaken
Thought god was mistaken
Took off running
Up where the sun is
Havin' some fun and some lovin'
Drinkin that rum with someone

There when the Westgate went up
And when she came down
When the dust finally settled
Rex was nowhere to be found

Woke up in Queensland
Wonderin' what it all means man
Worked on the cane fields
Eating the same meals
Took shots for the lost
Friends, counting the costs
Of candles snuffed out
Through screams
And through shouts

There when the Westgate went up
And when she came down
When the dust finally settled
Rex was nowhere to be found

Worked on the scaffolds till
He was pushing up daffodils
The old riggers they sing songs still
Sing for him now
An old mate, a workhorse
He'd never let you down

There when the Westgate went up
And when she came down
When the dust finally settled
Rex was nowhere to be found