We Walk The Streets Of Wollongong

© John Tubridy 2016

Everybody knows me and no-one knows my name
As I walk the streets of Wollongong where no day is the same
I may look a little different, I may seem preoccupied
As I walk the streets of Wollongong with shadows by my side

I have my bags and trolley and I push them round all day
I have my name and story, not mine to give away
Don’t stare at me or talk to me this is my city too
I know every nook and cranny and I know things about you

Everybody knows me and no-one knows my name
As I walk the streets of Wollongong where no day is the same
I may look a little different, I may seem preoccupied
As I walk the streets of Wollongong with shadows by my side

You can read the signs I’ve written as I stop in front of you
I may be old and fragile but I like to share what’s true
And I’ll never argue with you as I push my walking frame
With my placards out in front it’s up to you to play the game

Everybody knows me and no-one knows my name
As I walk the streets of Wollongong where no day is the same
I may look a little different, I may seem preoccupied
As I walk the streets of Wollongong with shadows by my side

You may see me as just destitute, delusional and poor
Not the kind of person invited to your door
But I’ve got all I need for life no matter what you say
And I don’t need your pity as I walk another day

Everybody knows me and no-one knows my name
As I walk the streets of Wollongong where no day is the same
I may look a little different, I may seem preoccupied
As I walk the streets of Wollongong with shadows by my side
And we walk the streets of Wollongong with shadows by our side
And we walk the streets of Wollongong with shadows by our side