Waratah Street

When you run into me

On Waratah Street

I won't stare you down

I won't even 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

I've got some ideas

But I can't stop drinking

And 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

He gardens with so much affection

He's right on the money

He's bent

He showed me the photos



And everyone's talking

And nobody's listening

And everyone's busy

And nobody's thinking

I've got some ideas

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 were not fighting

I'd go to pieces

If I was together I'd rattle



You'll never run into me

On Waratah Street

You won't track me down

And we'll never meet

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

I've got some ideas

But I can't stop drinking

And nobody's listening to me

Nobody's listening to me

Nobody's listening to me