In a pretty little town
Out in rural New South Wales
Over the blue mountains and
Further west a little way
Where the California Redwoods
In the park grow tall
He said they were his
Favourite of them all
Juliet said when you're dying
Your whole world
Becomes small
Nothing outside yourself
Really matters anymore
And we know that
Death is something
We must all go
Through some day
But please not today
People coming round
But we never left the house
We were sitting round
Waiting for you
Poured another drink
Cause there was
Nothing left to do
We heard
Someone down the
Road was dying too
And we weren't the
Ones in sickness
But our world got small too
I'd flown ten thousand miles
Away from everything I knew
This is the place
Where I was born
But it is not my home no more
It is not my home no more
People coming round
But we never left the house
We were sitting round
Waiting for you
Poured another drink
Cause there was
Nothing left to do
We heard
Someone down the
Road was dying too
So during those long weeks
We sat around the kitchen table
Told each other stories
Laughed as much
As we were able
We had that feeling
That you get
When someone that you
Love is gonna die
Maybe tonight
There was guilt that
We were feeling
Cause we were
Wishing it was over
And wishing it was over
Meant wishing he would die
So round in circles it would go
I wish he'd die oh no
I don't but he's in pain
What's the point of
One more day anyway
People coming round
But we never left the house
We were sitting round
Waiting for you
Poured another drink
Cause there was
Nothing left to do
We heard
Someone down the
Road was dying too
Someone down the
Road was dying too