Cold Chisel - Metho Blues lyrics

Yesterdays are gone Road is hard and long People carry on the best they can Bring down one more day Spending next week's pay One more day of chasing, catching, gross mismatching blues But never satisfaction Kings Cross is my home And all night long I roam Begging cents from foreigners and friends Time's a twisted road And speed's the only code Life's a winding highway, byway, do it my way blues That never leads to answers And metho is my friend Yes, our love has one end We'll be wed 'till d**h or blindness part Oh yeah General health is poor My eyes are soaking sore Seeking for some night spot dancer, find no answer blues Lord, please repeat the question