Three, four
Take some time to cut some line
And everything will be just fine, I know
Head on out to the laughing well
I'll clench my fist and watch the swell
Go for a walk to stop my mind
Always working overtime
Go downstairs to the old clock tower
The bell rings twelve times every hour

And I want you to be true
And I won't look back

Drive on out to Adelaide
Where it's always fun, don't be afraid
Look in your eyes, it's always nice
To have them shining back in mine
Way up north on a fishing boat
I'll stick a knife right down my throat
Put my hand into the sea
And see what she decides to give me

And I want you to be true
And I won't look back