Paroles: Robert Forster. Warm Nights. I'll Jump.

Two roads out of the city
Both of them I?ve been down
One of them takes you to water
The other leads back into town
Now if I said
That one of them?s teenage
And the other is fully grown
Go down, go down

No boundary?s in the distance
It all goes on and on
A meeting place or a junction
You?re bound to get it wrong
But a petrol pump and a fruit stand
A fruit stand and a pump
Slow down, slow down

If you touch me on the shoulder
I?ll jump