Waratah Street

When you run into me in Waratah Street
I won’t stare you down, I won’t even speak
Painted my face, I look like a freak
I’m always at home, I’m waiting and
Everyone’s talking, nobody’s listening
And everyone’s busy and nobody’s thinking
And I’ve got some ideas but I can’t stop drinking
Nobody’s listening to me Nobody’s listening to me There’s a house on the bend on Waratah Street
And Matthew’s my friend, gardens with so much affection
He’s right on the money, he’s been
He showed me the photo’s
Everyone’s talking and nobody’s listening
Everyone’s busy and nobody’s thinking
I’ve got some idea’s but I can’t stop drinking
And nobody’s listening to me Nobody’s listening to me If you come looking I’ll stop hiding
If we’re not talking, at least we’re not fighting
And I’d go to pieces if I was together at all
You, never run into me on Waratah Street
I won’t stare you down and we’ll never speak
I’ve painted my face, I look like a freak
I’m always at home, I’m waiting
And everyone’s talking and nobody’s listening
Everyone’s busy and nobody’s thinking
And I’ve got some idea’s but I can’t stop drinking
And nobody’s listening to me Nobody’s listening to me Nobody’s listening to me Nobody’s listening to me