(Colin Hay)
Pull out the stop plugs, drain all the waste
Who needs it anyway
Fill all the big holes, leave no trace
No sign of yesterday
I wash all the dishes and I clean up my place
I stare at the photographs of your dark face
Out in the yard was such a lovely place
It's where we used to play
Inside, outside you can feel and taste
And I can't hear you calling
I can't hear you calling
I can't hear you anymore
Metal ships are falling
This old car keeps stalling
Always seems to be the way
Pick up the pieces and go dig out the dead
Then you can go to bed
Night is the stealer and time is the test