Broken by Keeping North

Late Sunday morning, at a café in the Cross
Putting on her make-up, looking good, for the boss
Not sure why she bothers, he don’t notice anymore
He’s got eyes for someone younger
She should be walking out that door

Her best friend Isabella, she ain’t been round for a while
Her baby sister’s crying, been a long time since she smiled
She winks at Joe the barman, maybe he can find a way
But he’s looking over his shoulder, to survive, one more day

Broken hearted, broken dreams
Broken promises, broken means

Sitting in the window, looking down on Darlinghurst
Sees a girl she remembers, came in straight from Perth
She sang like Judy Garland, she did tricks you can’t believe
Now’s she’s scared and angry, crazy tatts beneath her sleeve

Broken hearted, broken dreams
Broken promises, broken means

• Americana
• Contemporary Folk
• Folk
• country soul
• Brisbane