She's dreaming up a holiday Falling asleep All the little miseries of Monday morning Saying come back won't you please Downstream into a quiet blue night Sheltered from the stormy skies Skipping over fields with ease Won't be back until you need me She sees a poacher cut a barbed wire fence And the creatures flee the foothills in fear And if a mountain is a monument to Nothing then Ain't we a pack of sorry mutineers But she's my favourite Where she's bound Honey, who can tell She's my favourite Where I went wrong Honey, I can't tell High over the smoking vents of sawmill towns South into the Darling Downs Down over the border where the rivers crawl Before they're flushing out the bloodless sounds That flow below the city skyline Like a pipe organ that's choking on its tongue all tied Harder on your ear than a Chinese new year And louder than a sun if you could hear one once Over the fruit bats heaving higher in the soup Screaming, "why you coming here in just your birthday suit? You make a Sodom then defend yourselves You little demons like to love your Hell" But she's my favourite Where she's bound Honey, who can tell She's my favourite Where I went wrong Honey, I can't tell She takes the Moon in hand and powders her nose The stars are shimmering like the cymbals at a Broadway show Meet me by the seawall before the high tides rise She's going everywhere she's been with every boy She's ever tried Sands of Mercury make her black eyeliner The seas of Neptune leave her eyelids blue A kiss from Mars will turn her lips blood red And a black hole makes a purse she drops a world into She goes dancing by the waterfront To every dance I never took her to With all the boys who made her happy for a moment Then abandoned her to being blue But she's my favourite Where she's bound Honey, who can tell She's my favourite Where I went wrong Honey, I can't tell She sinks home low over the countryside Drawing in her wings before the sun gets high Down into my pockmark on that big old wheel As earthbound as she left me She's my hunted little favourite For miles around they know her face Rugged up in her winter coat Sleeping by the fireplace