I'm flying home
Over a sea of black
And the harbour is littered with lights
Leading up to the bridge
Your city, it looks so pretty
But my city, it shines
I miss the warm glow of the neon
Walking down George Street past one
I'm sitting in a pub
And I don't know a soul
And they're playing your record
And I don't feel so alone
You walk me up to Sydney Road
For goodbye
And it's there that I pray and I hope
For a tiny, little, simple twist of fate
Yeah, and I know the irony
Won't you move up to Sydney with me
It's bloody cold
It was raining before but now don't that sun look good
I'm sitting in a pub
And I don't know a soul
And they're playing your record
And I don't feel so alone
I don't wanna be in Fitzroy
I don't wanna be in Fitzroy
I don't wanna be in Fitzroy
I don't wanna be in Fitzroy
I'm sitting in a pub
And I don't know a soul
And they're playing your record
And I don't feel so alone