I can hear the night around me
Hear the silence of its cry,
I can see the moon above me
Glowing amber in the night;
Yet when the new day dawns
I’ll see the sun transcend the sky.

Then I turn the television on
And a commercial haunts within,
For I see a small child begging
A myriad problems worse than mine;
I see a blind man selling pencils
A Labrador sleeping at his feet.

The radio blares the Grand Final
Brisbane take the cup interstate,
And the city is silenced
By yet another Met strike;
It’s been raining all summer
Melbourne is back to normal again.