Not My Kind Icehouse

Inside this city, on this empty train
Hoping that the late night never lets me go
I travel to the station, to the underground

Where the dark is a friend to me
We race along the subways
He's a cold hand on my shoulder
He has a plan to get you nowhere
And the wind is a friend to me
We're singing on the sidewalk
With the gay boys in the back street
There's a new band and a new beat

Well, I remember every now and then
Some of the places that we used to go
But, baby, tonight I'm drunk and I don't care

And the dark is a friend to me
We race along the subways
With the gay boys in a back street
There's a new gang and a new beat
Now it all comes back to me
We're singing on the sidewalk
There's a cold hand on my shoulder
Another plan will get you nowhere
Now it all comes back to me