Brooke Fraser - Jack Kerouac

He got the droop of a fatherless child, almost imperceptible
One can't see it with the naked eye, ooh, but I can
That cardboard lady in the corner store, her sparkle is all painted on
Six no-good men took her shine and more, left her youth near Sausalito

Ooh, it's humourless and comical at once
Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust
Ooh, it's humourless, it's humourless

They look me over, one up and one down
I can tell they're wondering who my people are
I say I'm new in town, I know it's gonna take a while Ooh, it's humourless and comical at once
Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust
Ooh, it's humourless, it's humourless

I speculate and browse the duraflame
Winter in the west coast cool
Out by the sea where no one knows my name

I'm on the road like Jack, Jack Kerouac
Like Jack, Jack Kerouac
Like Jack, Jack Kerouac
Like Jack, Jack Kerouac

Jack, Jack Kerouac
Jack, Jack Kerouac
Jack, Jack Kerouac
Jack, Jack Kerouac