Cold Chisel - Conversations Lyrics
Kneeling at the hotel receptionViolin a-sobbing on his kneeTwenty bright rozellas on his shoulderCoin from a wealthy CeyloneseHungry people hangin' on the cornerOther people cruisin' by in carsFeeding on the fiction and the pornoStaring at the tattoos and the scarsConversations, ConversationsIcy nights and almighty patienceWell some of us are driven to ambitionSome of us are trapped behind the wheelSome of us will break away, and build a marble yesterdayAnd live for every moment we can stealConversations, ConversationsShouting out across an empty stationNow it's just another Tuesday morningBilly's wrapped up tight against the chillThe busker packs his birds beneath the awningBilly's got his eyes upon the tillHe could get a ticket out of here from a local easy lawyerThe busker's halfway home, Billy's lounging round the foyerLove so easily dies when there's nothing left to conquerOne small break is all he needs, and life ain't getting longerConversations, ConversationsBreakfast show to a sleepy nation
