She was just a little girl from the Outback
Never dropped a hit or smoked the crack
She loved to hear those songs on the radio
They told stories far from her home town - she hates
Rock n Roll junkies of the United States
How she'd get there, she'd never know
Then one day interweb
Jewels and binoculars around his head
Messages he left - she mistook for cool
He said "Hey there Ophelia, do you like this band,
Do you need a friend, come on take my hand,
We'll find a place to talk where they ain't got no rules"
There's a big tour rolling through the States this year
But when she came he wasn't there to meet her
A bottle of 'Old Number Seven' on the bar
She's hitchin' a lift in some stranger's car
To the Capital show, she's calling him at home
She chooses the songs filled with fire and hate
She knows him now, but it's a little too late
But there's plenty more opinionated web geeks if she's feeling alone