Lyrics:

She started telling him a story
It was in January splendour
They knocked the top off another
The skin on her neck was so tender
Junping every fence to get to you
Oh, I'm very aroused

At least I know why I'm hear
That one chance encounter
I think I've found her, Oh yeah

You've got a habit
Of making them funny, those things
You've got a habit
Of making them funny

She bought a ticket at the station
Leaving in the morning
Seeking elevation
Shooting from the hip
Pink sun was setting over the jetty
Thinking 'bout Kerouac
Trying to find cool

He started telling her a story
Of jumping fences
And different rentals
And of splashing colours
And how everybody he knew
But nothing compared to you
And she listened

Jumping every fence to get to you