Strange Days in Chippendale

I been shufflin’ down the Redfern streets,

Backyards without a lawn

And the yella haze that’s in the air,

It seems to grab your lungs.

I been standin’ downtown Central,

Leavin’ teardrops on the ground,

And I feel so isolated,

I’m scared of sinking down.

Each and every day,

Life goes on the same,

And it seems there is no chance,

For a lonesome Redfern man.

Down in ever dingy hallway,

And every lifeless mind,

They all got so past caring,

That they’ve been left behind.

written by: R.Clapton

publisher: Essex Music