Swing On - Holly Throsby

On we go

Skin and bone

Underneath our winter coats

Unlike them, many men

I don’t care we’re going nowhere

Oh swing on, swing on

Let’s not go home

I’m slowing down

And drinking up

But only what fits in a cup

I have some friends and loves

And all our hearts have been beat up on

But oh, they beat on

Swing on, swing

Let’s not go home

Him or her?

Sticks or stones?

Him and header: skin and bone

Swing on, Swing on

Let’s not go home