the crowd

Lord unchain my handslet me sing inside the crowded tramslet me dance among the traffic jamswe're going to sleepon the
St Kilda sands
Lord unbind my feetlet me mingle with the good people we meetwater rising up into the streetunbind my feet '
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;petals on a wet black bough'
Ezra Pound found the formulaour houses are rectangularbut life is curved not angularso when things start to strangularrememberrain still falls on the halls of powernew babies being born every hourand the eagle keeps watch on the oldclock towerover me. . .
CHORUSOn the train
I refrain from sitting withhead and shoulders bowedthey told me time is of the essenceno wandering allowedbut then
I saw a pretty girlwhos features stood out in the crowdwent ten minutes past my stop waiting forher to look around
I'm just another clown kicking around in
Melbourne towncooling out, relaxing watching theworld go roundso if you ever have the timeand you want to go drink some wine
I'd rather greet you with a smilethan greet you with a frown. . .
Lord unchain my handslet me sing inside the crowded tramslet me dance among the traffic jamswe're going to sleepon the
St Kilda sands
Lord unbind my feetlet me mingle with the good peoplewe meetwater rising up into the streetunbind my feet