SONG FOR
PETER
Hey, why are
you going away?
Goin’ away you
say?
I’ve been
away
I’m goin’
home
I’m not
saying it’s easy
I’m not
saying it’s wise
But I know
that it’s high time
To retrace my steps
To pick up my roots
To live in the sun and be warm
So it’s a
journey way down south
As far south
as you can go
To see how
the other
The other half live
I know this
was my home
You’ve all
been so fine
There’s a
place in my heart for you always
But I’ve
lived on the other side of the world
The person
you’re looking at grew up there
Maybe I’m
crazy; maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I can’t
stand that southern air
But I’ve got to find out
I’ve got to know
I’ve got to know if I’m dreaming
Goodbye good
luck good friend
Goodbye good
luck good friend
Goodbye
(Amsterdam 1986)
Commentary
Peter and I had gone to the same school in Adelaide, but we weren't close friends. I had just finished a busking in session Amsterdam one day and this guy approached me and said, "Remember me?" I did and we became close friends. Peter had actually been born in Holland but some time later he decided he needed to return to Australia. I wrote this song for him as a parting gift. I sang it at his farewell party in the big white house in the picture above.
