It really breaks my heart to see a dear old friend Go down to the worn out place again Do you know the sound Of a closing door Have you heard that sound before Do you wonder if she knows you anymore I wrapped your love around me like a chain But I never was afraid that it would die You can dance in a hurricane But only if you’re standing in the eye Where did you learn to walk Where did you learn to run Away from everything you loved Did you think the bottle Would ever ease your pain Did you think that love’s a foolish game Did you find someone else to take the blame I wrapped your love around me like a chain But I never was afraid that it would die You can dance in a hurricane But only if you’re standing in the eye You can dance in a hurricane But only if you’re standing in the eye I am a sturdy soul And there ain’t no shame In lying down in the bed you made Can you fight the urge to run for another day You might make it further if you learn to stay I wrapped your love around me like a chain But I never was afraid that it would die You can dance in a hurricane But only if you’re standing in the eye You can dance in a hurricane But only if you’re standing in the eye
UNITED STATES – JANUARY 01: Photo of Bruce SPRINGSTEEN; performing live onstage on Born In The USA tour, c.1984/1985, wearing bandana (Photo by Ebet Roberts/Redferns)
Tough You think you’ve got the stuff You’re telling me and anyone You’re hard enough
You don’t have to put up a fight You don’t have to always be right Let me take some of the punches For you tonight
Listen to me now I need to let you know You don’t have to go it alone
And it’s you when I look in the mirror And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone Sometimes you can’t make it on your own
We fight all the time You and I, that’s alright We’re the same soul don’t need, I don’t need to hear you say That if we weren’t so alike You’d like me a whole lot more
Listen to me now I need to let you know You don’t have to go it alone
And it’s you when I look in the mirror And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone Sometimes you can’t make it on your own
I know that we don’t talk I’m sick of it all Can you hear me when I sing? You’re the reason I sing You’re the reason why the opera is in me
Hey now Still got to let you know A house doesn’t make a home Don’t leave me here alone
And it’s you when I look in the mirror And it’s you that makes it hard to let go Sometimes you can’t make it on your own Sometimes you can’t make it Best you can do, is to fake it Sometimes you can’t make it on your own
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915, my country said “son It’s time you stopped rambling, there’s work to be done” So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun And they marched me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda As the ship pulled away from the quay And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day How our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he’d primed himself well He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell And in five minutes flat, he’d blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again
And those that were left, well we tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death and fire And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive Though around me the corpses piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head And when I woke up in me hospital bed And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead Never knew there was worse things than dyin’
For I’ll go no more waltzing Matilda All around the green bush far and free To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place where me legs used to be And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve, to mourn, and to pity
But the band played Waltzing Matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared Then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch And I watch the parades pass before me And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Reviving old dreams of past glories And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore They’re tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask, “what are they marching for?” And I ask myself the same question
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda And the old men still answer the call But as year follows year, more old men disappear Someday no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard As they march by that billabong Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
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