Lyrics Conversations - Live At The Manly Vale Hotel - Cold Chisel

Kneeling at the hotel reception
A violin a-sobbing on his knee
Twenty bright rosellas on his shoulder
Coin from a wealthy Ceylonese
Hungry people hangin' on the corner
Other people cruisin' past in cars
Feeding on the fiction and the porno
And staring at the tattoos and the scars

Conversations, Conversations
Icy nights and almighty patience

Well some of us are driven to ambition
And some of us are trapped behind the wheel
And some of us will drift away, build a marble yesterday
Run for every moment we can steal

Conversations, conversations
Shouting out across an empty station
Conversations, Conversations
Shouting out across an empty station
Alright, well alright, well alright
Well alright, well alright, well alright
I said alright right right right

Listen
Now it's just another Tuesday morning
And Billy's wrapped up tight against the chill
The shelters go, the awnings torn
But Billy's got his eyes upon the till
He could get a ticket out of here from a local easy lawyer
Well the busker's halfway home, Billy's lounging 'round the foyer
And love so easily dies when there's nothing left to conquer
One small break is all he needs, and life ain't getting longer

Conversations, Conversations
Icy nights and almighty patience
Conversations, Conversations
Shouting out across an empty station

Conversations, Conversations
Conversations, Conversations
Conversations, Conversations
Breakfast show to the sleepy nation

Conversations, Conversations
Conversations, Conversations
Conversations, Conversations
Breakfast show to the sleepy nation

Alright
Alright
Alright

Thankyou
We hope everybody will ah, not pay any attention to the cameras
We're tryin', it's pretty fuckin' hard I know