Lyrics:

It's neither fair nor reasonable
To expect sadness to confine itself to it's causes
Like a river in flood, water subsides and the drowned bodies of animals
Have been deposited in the treetops
There is another damage that must be considered
That kinda damage that takes place beyond the torrent

And at first, it seemed like she had only left the room
To go into the garden and had been delayed by stray chickens in the corn
Then he'd thought
She might have eloped with the rodeo-boy from the neighbouring property
But it was one afternoon when he had heard guitar playing
Coming from her room and had runned upstairs to confront her
And had seen that it was only the wind in the curtains
Brushing against the open strings
That he finally knew, she wasn't coming back

He had coped with the deluge, alright
But the watermark of her leaving was still quite visible
So he had resorted to the compass
Thinking that geography might rescue him
But after one week in the Victorian Alps he came back north
Realising that snow, which he had never seen before
Was only frozen water
I'll take you to Hollywood, I'll take you to Mexico
I'll take you anywhere the river of money flows
I'll take you to Hollywood, I'll take you to Mexico
I'll take you anywhere the river of money flows

But was it really possible for him
To cope with the magnitude of her absence?
The snow had failed him
Bottles had almost emptied themselves without effect
The television, a samaritan during other tribulations, had been repossessed
But she left her travelling clock
Thinking it incapable of functioning in another time-zone
So the long vacant days of expensive sunlight
Were filled with the sound of her minutes
With the measuring of her hours