Lord unchain my hands   let me sing inside the crowded trams   let me dance among the traffic jams   we're going to sleep   on the St Kilda sands      Lord unbind my feet   let me mingle with the good people we meet   water rising up into the street   unbind my feet      'The apparition of these faces in the crowd;   petals on a wet black bough'   Ezra Pound found the formula   our houses are rectangular   but life is curved not angular   so when things start to strangular   remember   rain still falls on the halls of power   new babies being born every hour   and the eagle keeps watch on the old   clock tower   over me. . .      CHORUS      On the train I refrain from sitting with   head and shoulders bowed   they told me time is of the essence   no wandering allowed   but then I saw a pretty girl   whos features stood out in the crowd   went ten minutes past my stop waiting for   her to look around   I'm just another clown kicking around in   Melbourne town   cooling out, relaxing watching the   world go round   so if you ever have the time   and you want to go drink some wine   I'd rather greet you with a smile   than greet you with a frown. . .      Lord unchain my hands   let me sing inside the crowded trams   let me dance among the traffic jams   we're going to sleep   on the St Kilda sands      Lord unbind my feet   let me mingle with the good people   we meet   water rising up into the street   unbind my feet