Hi, my name is Lloyd, and this is an Introduction to a Song.
Most people, at some point, have missed a train, or bus, or some form of public transportation.
Running to the platform only to see it pull away from you, the faces behind the windows staring down at you with a mixture of sympathy for your misfortune and relief at not being in the same situation.
The more select group of people are the ones who have missed the last train. That last bus, or tram, that would get you home from the city at the end of the night, perhaps after an extra long day at work, or a night out drinking.
It sucks.
And it's always at a point where there aren't any other options. It's way too far to walk, too far to catch a taxi or you don't have the money, your phone is flat or you can't call anyone to come pick you up: Murphy's Law is always in effect.
The one option that inevitably remains is daunting.
Wait until the first train back in the morning
This particular option comes with some sub-choices.
1. Sleep at the train station (probably not a great idea in the city).
2. Sit in an 24hour McDonald's and read or listen to music.
3. Follow the trail of late night bars and drink all night.
Now, I don't know about you, but I've attempted choices 1 and 2, and they're pretty awful. Train stations are notoriously uncomfortable, and if you don't have a book on you, or your iPod runs out of battery, the boredom drives you mad.
Which leaves Option 3.
Drinking.
The drinking option can be a tumultuous one. I wrote this song, set in the Melbourne CBD, as a tribute to all the late night souls that permeate the streets as a means to an end, but also to those unforgettable nights that are brought about by unexpected events, and the people you meet and connect with, who, even for a moment, join with you in losing yourself to the glorious night, and whom you often never see again.
Verse 1
Standing on the corner of Lonsdale, and Elizabeth
Smoking the lucky in my last pack of cigarettes
Missed the last 75 tram, and I'm wandering
And I'm wondering if I'll ever get home
Verse 2
Found myself in a little broken bar, off Little Bourke Street
Drinking away, along with the bar stool zombies
I talked to a girl with no name, and no inhibitions
And she took me up to a little bar down Exhibition
Chorus
Oh, won't you take me home?
I've got a pocketful of change, and nowhere else to go
And at the end of the night if we reach the ebb of the flow
Oh, you know, we're gonna end up in a hole, with no soul
Verse 3
Well we drank as if we were possessed by a god of vengeance
Not forlorn, not forsaken, not even for ourselves
Drank 'til morning, 'til our welcome was well worn in
Then fought our way through the dawning haze down to Flinders Lane
Not forlorn, not forsaken, not even for ourselves
Drank 'til morning, 'til our welcome was well worn in
Then fought our way through the dawning haze down to Flinders Lane
Chorus
Oh won't you take me home?
I've got a pocketful of change, and nowhere else to go
And at the end of the night if we reach the ebb of the flow
Oh, you know we're gonna end up in a hole with no soul
Verse 4
Grabbed a six-pack at Sam's, and brown-bagged to Collins
We ran from Queen to King, with some Jack, like a pair of jokers
Sat at Southern Cross, and hoped to die, like star cross'd lovers
And parted ways on separate trains, without leaving numbers
Chorus
Oh, won't you take me home?
I've got a pocketful of change, and nowhere else to go
And at the end of the night if we reach the end of the flow
Oh, you know we're gonna end up in a whole with no soul
And oh, won't you take me home?
I've got a pocketful of change, and nowhere else to go
And at the end of the night, if we reach the ebb of the flow
Oh, you know we're gonna end up in a hole with no soul
Oh, you know we're gonna end up in a hole with no soul
And you know I'm gonna end up in a hole, with no soul
Oh, you know we're gonna end up in a hole with no soul
And you know I'm gonna end up in a hole, with no soul
