Hastings Street

Brazzaville

In a city by the sea 
I think of all the things I've tried to be 
It's raining at the beach 
And I'm feeling all washed up at 33 
Oh no! 

They say it's lonely at the top 
But there's nothing quite as sad as sleepin' rough 
(I was) just lookin' for relief 
Now I'm feelin' all washed up on Hastings Street 
I'm feelin' all washed up on Hastings Street 
Oh no! 

Salt wind wash over me 
Blow my sins to the distant galaxies 
10 years of smuggling 
And I land in the depths of Hastings Street