[i]At Fifty Seven Mount Pleasant Street

Well it’s the same room but everything’s different

You can fight the sleep but not the dream

Things ain’t cookin’ in my kitchen

Strange affliction wash over me

Julius Caesar and the Roman Empire

Couldn’t conquer the blue sky

Well there’s a small boat made of china

It’s going nowhere on the mantlepiece

Well do I lie like a loungeroom lizard

Or do I sing like a bird released

Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you [/i]