powderfinger
hindley street
A gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four The Hindley St parade shuffles to my door The hotel decor shades are always poorly sewn Twenty-five in thirty days makes this room feel like home  Na na na Na na na na Na na na Na na na na  The western ocean breeze kick starts another day And under brewed bag tea no matter where you get it always seems to leave that taste The Todd Street mall cafe is here to save the day Why should I complain when everybody else is overworked and underpaid  Na na na Na na na na Na na na Na na na na  Days keep rolling over Escape to the undercover Soon it will all be over And we can start again, again  Na na na Na na na na Na na na Na na na na  Na na na Na na na na Na na na Na na na na  Days keep rolling over Escape to the undercover Soon it will all be over And we can start again, again