To Her Door - Neil Finn, Paul Kelly

They got married early

Never had no money

Then when he got laid off

They really hit the skids

He started up his drinking

Then they started fighting

He took it pretty badly

She took both the kids

She said «I'm not standing by

To watch you slowly die

So watch me walking out the door, out the door, out the door

She said, «Shove it Jack

I’m walking out the fucking door»

She went to her brother’s

Got a little bar work

He went to the buttery

Stayed about a year

Then he wrote a letter

Said, «I want to see you»

She thought he sounded better

She sent him the fare

He was riding through the cane

In the pouring rain

On Olympic to her door

And his heart was singing like a lowdown guitar

He came in on a Sunday

Every muscle aching

Walking in slow motion

Like he’d just been hit

Did they have a future?

Would he know his children?

Could he make a picture

And get them all to fit?

He was shaking in his seat

Riding through the streets

In a Silvertop to her door

…shaking in his seat

Riding through the streets

In a Silvertop to her door, to her door, to her door