chapel street

4TRAK Sessions

D. Pritchard

See the real world drifts away

Then it comes on back again

I lose myself within a film

Soon that film comes to an end

 I lay a listening to Simon and Garfunkel

To take my mind here for to rest

From all the debt that surrounds me

And to ease this aching in my chest

So I take a stroll down the dirty pavement

Of Chapel Street and I walk alone

There’s tram cars running through my brain

And the city’s sitting on a throne

Now I’m homeless here in Camberwell

I walk up Bourke Road for the time

The things I see and hear around me

They’re not fit for nursery rhymes

I smell coffee beans and ales

Through the nicotine and tears

Butt out cigarettes laying on the sidewalk

Man I know that’s how I feel

When I take a stroll down the dirty pavement

Of Chapel Street and I walk alone

There’s tram cars running through my brain

And the city’s sitting on

And I take a stroll down the dirty pavement

Of Chapel Street and I walk alone

There’s tram cars running through my brain

And the city’s sitting on a throne