There's a northerly coming through Darlinghurst. You found me crying Under a Moreton Bay fig We made out under the fruit bats I smelled the humidity off the concrete Then it rained hard and mean Soaking through our jeans You ran away down Oxford Street You weren't ready for a girl like me There's a northerly coming through Straight down the Hume Into my room Your grandad was a famous painter I visited you in his home But you'd taken too many painkillers You were dead to the world There were paintings stacked up under your bed I touched you through the blanket Said goodbye to your old man Never saw you again There's a northerly coming through... I've gotta get on with my day The breeze is turning cool Did you know I moved down south To get over you? The weather down here is wild You never know what it's gonna do