from st kilda to kings cross is thirteen hours on a bus i pressed my face against the glass and watched the white lines rushing past and all around me felt like all inside me and my body left me and my soul went running have you ever seen kings cross when the rain is falling soft i came in on the evening bus from oxford street i cut across and if the rain don t fall too hard everything shines just like a postcard everything goes on just the same fair weather friends are the hungriest friends i keep my mouth well shut i cross their open hands i want to see the sun go down from st kilda esplanade where the beach needs reconstruction where the palm trees have it hard i d give you all of sydney harbour all that land and all that water for that one sweet promenade i d give you all of sydney harbour all that land and all that water for that one sweet promenade