Cold Chisel - Conversions lyrics

Kneeling at the hotel reception Violin a-sobbing on his knee Twenty bright rozellas on his shoulder Coin from a wealthy Ceylonese Hungry people hangin' on the corner Other people cruisin' by in cars Feeding on the fiction and the p**no Staring at the tattoos and the scars Conversations, Conversations Icy nights and almighty patience Well some of us are driven to ambition Some of us are trapped behind the wheel Some of us will break away, and build a marble yesterday And live for every moment we can steal Conversations, Conversations Shouting out across an empty station Now it's just another Tuesday morning Billy's wrapped up tight against the chill The busker packs his birds beneath the awning Billy's got his eyes upon the till He could get a ticket out of here from a local easy lawyer The busker's halfway home, Billy's lounging round the foyer 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 Breakfast show to a sleepy nation