She always was a wanderer,
lived a tougher life
And he was a bit naive,
cause he always believed she'd make a good wife
They'd only meant to be friends,
didn't know that upsetting
Till he came home one day she'd gone away,
and he felt his head spin
And she writes him from America,
says she's doing fine
She writes him from America,
says she hopes she'll see him again sometime
Well he grew up in the outback,
worked through all the droughts
When he turned eighteen he quit the routine and headed down south
So he worked his way to Sydney,
and met the most amazing girl
She always talked about people and places that he'd never even heard
And she writes him from America,
says she's doing fine
She writes him from America,
says she hopes she'll see him again sometime
Well she grew up in New York City,
in a wealthy family
She'd been everywhere in this great big world,
but seen all there is to see
But there was something missing inside her,
something she misunderstood
But she liked to smile in his simple style,
cause it made her feel good
She writes him from America,
says she's doing fine
She writes him from America,
says she hopes she'll see him again sometime
One day he got a letter,
but it wasn't from the states
It was from his hometown sweetheart sayin' he was making a mistake
So he said goodbye to Sydney,
said goodbye to the bridge
Now he's down some work out back of Burke,
and he's raising five kids
She wrote him from America,
but the letters got returned
She wrote him from America,
guess they both had something left to learn