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