The wind blows harder on Wellington
Stand close to the edge, breathe the air in
Oh I use to dance so slow
Until the morning light would show
Through the panels on the walls
Now I don't dance at all
Your yellow car wouldn't start in the morning cold
I would laugh, you'd say, well she's old and we're all getting that way
Oh it's inevitable, the sun sets everyday, everyday
Late at night I would ride
Down Brunswick Road's unlit street sides
How the bats would fly
But my fear I would hide
Just to be by your side in twenty minutes time
The wind blows harder on Wellington
Stand close to the edge, breathe the air in
Oh I use to dance so slow
Until the morning light would show
Through the panels on the walls
Now I don't dance at all