Kurrajong Hotel

You said it’s no fun
To walk around thinking you’re the only one
To push through with blind faith
You’re gliding down the steps of all the tracks you take

I’ve been acting earnest
So why’re you always preaching
You put me through the furnace
Your eyes are so beseeching
Surely I have earned it
The right to tell you keep it to yourself
I don’t want your help

You said there’s no grace
For a car load full of people sliding down a cliff face
And I showed my distaste
For your choice of conversation at this time of day

I’ve been acting earnest
So why’re you always preaching
You put me through the furnace
Your eyes are so beseeching
Surely I have earned it
The right to tell you keep it to yourself
I don’t want your help