Hindley Street

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