My house burned down a year ago and all your letters and photos I lost them
Waiting at the terminal, suddenly I see you stroll through customs
Your hair is long and bottle red, it used to be light brown
I nearly didn't recognise you, then my heart unwound
I see you've got the same old walk
A man is sticking close to you, you're both wearing alligator shoes and diamonds
And he looks so qualified, a little on the glassy side, he's smiling
You changed the country where you live, you changed your second name
You changed your brand of perfume, but one thing you can't change
I see you've got the same old walk
The same old walk, you've even got the same old talk
Let's break the bread and pull the cork
Alex says to say hello, he would have come but he's doing six months inside
Things are much the same around here, everyone's gone pretty quiet since Felicity died
I'm still working in the projects, I've got my books at night
I woke up at the table, the house was burning bright
I was dreaming of the same old walk
The same old walk, you've even got the same old talk
Let's break the bread and pull the cork
No hard feelings!
My house caught fire 12 months ago and your books your clothes your abstract paintings I lost them all
Waiting down at Tullamarine suddenly I see you strolling through the screen at the customs hall
I wonder why I love you, I guess it's just because
The one who thinks he found you doesn't realise he's lost
And yes you've got the same old walk
The same old walk, you've even got the same old talk
Let's break the bread let's pull the cork