Sanoja: James Reyne. No Such Thing As Love.

She was young when she left home
She was such a pretty thing
She fell in love with some kind of sailor
She heard the six bells ring

She's been walking a beaten track
Riding with some friends of mine
Out where the others play and sing
Having a really good time

I don't want her to feel that fire no more
I don't want my head all covered in gold
I don't want her to feel that fire no more
Getting blown away

There's no such thing as love
Anymore, anymore
There's no such thing as love
Anymore

She was older when she came back
She was still a pretty thing
She left for that some kind of sailor
Threw away her wedding ring

She's been looking for home, sweet home
Some money to be heaven sent
She never heard of that some kind of sailor
Down to the bottom, he went

Darling
Getting blown away

There's no such thing as love
Anymore, anymore