Letter to Alan Songtext
von Cold Chisel

When it′s time for your reflection
As you wait 'til help arrives
We see our good friend′s face on the dashboard
And I know you cannot leave, that cab alive
Well you know I reach for you, from later times

Once I knew
Once I knew
Now I'm walking
Now I'm walking in the dark

Well like bells our dogs are yelling
All across Centennial Park
And the Sunday morning light just sends me blind
And I′m only feeling useless
′Cause there's no-one I can blame
For every person, thing and circumstance
That moves this perfect day
You′ve left behind


And I'm -
Christmas 1982
Around this time a year ago
Gaskill sold his boat
And headed for the Cross to sink a few
Never trust a Wayside Chapel crowd on Christmas Eve
Well they must be entertained
And if a stranger does the dying
Well that′s O.K.!

And I'm sitting in my hotel room
Along Rue St. Louis
Dialing old phone numbers down the line
And I measure my position
To the obstacles we crossed
The territory covered
And the parties that we lost
Those were the days

And if I don′t hang 'round
Our old gambling ground
Well it does not mean that I've forgotten
We believed, and I still do

Those were the nights

Thank you