Wrong Guy - James Reyne

A dry desert ill-wind it blew in that night

Came down from the mountain and made wrong from right

Makes your skin crawl and jump and itch and feel tight

So watch now to who you be talking

You just shufflin' to keep some beat

When that shrill-wind blew down that darkened street

With your cap in your hand and those shoes on your feet

You shoulda watched out now which way you’re walking

In the shadows they’re hiding

By the neon slum-light

This way they’re riding

Wrong guy, wrong room, wrong night

Oh, the future ne’er bothered you none

'Cause you thought you were one with the sun

But your shadows out-dance you wherever you run

'Til one day you’re face-down and tremblin'

Stinkin', suspected, the spin

You’d gone and slipped tricky mass mickey finn

And then eye bolted doors

Lest the past slippers in

And you fear mickey-masses assemblin'

Oh, it was search and destroy

You thought everything was alright

You didn’t stay gold pony-boy

Wrong guy, wrong room, wrong night

You know your life was just like a movie

You wink a Stuyvesant eye

You got the moonlight lips