faces in the street
Duration
4:23
Genres
Description
An upbeat adaptation of some classic Australian poetry.
Lyrics
I wonder how much apathy the wealthy could endure were all their windows level with the faces of the poor mammon's slaves your worlds will rock and your hearts in terror beat when God demands a reason for the faces in the street the lies of those who tell us for reasons of their own that wanting is a stranger and misery's unknown but where the nearest suburb and city come to meet my window here is level with the faces in the street drifting past, drifting past to the beat of weary feet only sorrow for the owners of the faces in the street I left the little corner where the steps are never still and found another window overlooking gorge and hill but when the night came near me through driving rain and sleet they haunted me the shadows of the faces in the street
