MY TURN TO CRY by COLD CHISEL Story by John Butler
Weād run out of petrol returning from Mildura. Mobile phones were an invention of the future. We couldnāt even see a house light in the distance, let alone a public phone.
Weād run out of petrol returning from Mildura. Mobile phones were an invention of the future. We couldnāt even see a house light in the distance, let alone a public phone.