So, he’s rambling a long avenue
Jack, was annoyed by the hole in his shoe
Sweat running down on his dirty face
Oh, wasn’t sure he would win this race
If he ran for a week or two
He didn’t care
He was chasing his youth
Old Jack, in battle with the sydney sun
Vultures were circling overhead
If he ran for a week or two
He didn’t care
He was chasing his youth
He lost his soul
Can you help him find it?
Finally Jack knew he was right
The ABO Bar, where he lost his soul 40 years ago
Smokey lights
A band was playing the blues
He jumped on a table and yelled
I lost my soul
Can you held me find it?
And if you wanna know the end of this tale
Come and visit me in jail