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