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