Coolamon Moon

I caught the bus at two fifteen

Settled back with a magazine

As we rolled on out the stuart highway

I'd done this ride so many times

I never even raised my eyes

When a man in dusty clothes

Sat next to me

Five hundred miles ahead of me

I hoped I would be able to sleep

And not wake up 'til

She was standing there

And the moon hangs like a

Coolamon in the sky

Daylight swiftly fell away headlights

Cut the night like a blade

And the man in dusty

Clothes hadn't moved

I thought of her so

Snug and warm

When the dusty man

Began to snore

And wondered if she

Was thinking of me

We'd met by chance

Six months ago

And though it's hard

I couldn't say no

So every month I ride

This bus to meet her

And the moon hangs like

A coolamon in the sky

And my love is far away

From me tonight

All night long we let them

Off stopping at little lonely spots

'Til it was just the dusty man and me

3am we're an hour from town

The dusty man he'd made no sound

Soon I would be holding

Her in my arms

And the moon hangs like

A coolamon in the sky

And my love is far away

From me tonight

And the moon hangs like

A coolamon in the sky

The dusty man he leant on me

I tried to straighten

Him in his seat

Then his hand fell cold in mine

There was no breath upon

His face and no pulse

That I could trace

So we rode like that mile after mile

And when the lights of

Her town appeared

I knew that she'd be waiting

There and I knew the dusty

Man was at my side

And the moon hangs like a

Coolamon in the sky

And my love is far away

From me tonight

And the dusty man he stays

By my side

While the moon hangs like a

Coolamon in the sky

Yes the moon hangs like a

Coolamon in the sky