Richard Clapton - Strange Days In Chippendale текст песни

Clapton

I been shufflin' down the Redfern streets,
Backyards without a lawn
And the yella haze that's in the air,
It seems to grab your lungs.
I been standin' downtown Central,
Leavin' teardrops on the ground,
And I feel so isolated,
I'm scared of sinking down.
Each and every day,
Life goes on the same,
And it seems there is no chance,
For a lonesome Redfern man.
Down in ever dingy hallway,
And every lifeless mind,
They all got so past caring,
That they've been left behind.