Lost in the hustle of the Buck Street mall
With no direction and no privilege
My passport’s just paper - No good at all
There’s no way out. Better learn the language
Underneath a palm tree in St. Kilda
The position I wanted has been lost
All letters have gone up like a cinder
I was told of jobs but not of the cost
Somewhere near the foot of Mt. Dandenong
Those I thought were friends have left me alone
This plan of mine has gone completely wrong
While someone’s making lots of cash back home
Thus there is no success of which to say
Took the wrong path and got lost on the way
9th November 2005
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