Serengeti

I'm at a loss for direction
 Coffee shops are pretentious
 And so are these inner city bars that don't stage bands
 Trying to find some affection
 I sound like Charlton Heston
 After mixing poisons poured straight down the hatch
 My body's ready for the feds to come dissect me
 When they've had their way
 I hope I'm laid to rest
 Dressed in my dressing gown
 I just want someone to hold me
 Because someone just told me
 That the best bars in town are closing down
 Closing down
 Looking over my shoulder
 As I strut through the cold of
 Summer nights in Melbourne town with my phone switched off
 All the buildings are closed up
 Tags on the walls as the doors are
 Boarded over and due to stay that way forever more
 My body's sweating
 Serengeti
 Feel so far away, don't even recognise
 The streets I've walked so much
 Sending postcards to strangers
 Dying for conversation
 But this city's had its mouth sewn shut and...
 I don't get paid to sing
 But I'll keep choking up
 Choking up a set
 And in the face of things
 I'm trying to sober up
 Sober up again
 Keep trying not to whinge
 I'm sure they've heard enough
 Heard enough I've said
 And in the face of things
 I'm trying to sober up
 Sober up again
 I'm at a loss for discretion
 Boiling right down to the essence
 My vision starts to blur from all the drugs I didn't take
 My body's sweating
 Serengeti
 I feel a continent away from my local these days
 I don't get paid to sing
 But I'll keep choking up
 Choking up a set
 And in the face of things
 I'm trying to sober up
 Sober up again
 Keep trying not to whinge
 I'm sure they've heard enough
 Heard enough I've said
 And in the face of things
 I'm trying to sober up
 Sober up again