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[spoken: Excuse me! Excuse me, can you tell me where Hope Road is please?Hope Road. You've never heard of it? Ok, thank you anyway.Excuse me! Sorry? Oh sorry. Excuse me, can you tell me how I get to Hope Road please?Hope Road.]So these are the circumstancesleading to my sorry taleI was in a town I didn't knowI'd arrived there by railIt all began a week before,the joys of Saturday nightAn invite to a partyor watching "The Price is Right"Opting for a soireefor the first time in a yearMixed badly with the revellersMixed Bacardi, wine and beerThe room moved back and forwardsThe dancers did the sameFound refuge in a cornerThat's when he asked my nameWell this is very nice, I thought,smiling through the hazeAs we talked of Auguste RodinSongtextethrough to Harold Pinter's playsSaid he played pianoSaid his name was SteveAnd in that situation why shouldn't I believeThat he really lived so far awayHad to make a move for homeScribbled down his addressSaid he didn't have a phoneWould I like to come to dinneron Friday of next weekTo this I said I'd love toAs he kissed me on the cheekThat night I felt so happyExcited through and throughSee the company of strangersdoesn't always leave you blueStumbled home contentedlike a cat that got the creamWoke up a little wearybut I knew it was no dreamThe next few days were anxiousWhat could I find to wearWhat happends if I arriveAnd there is no Hope Road there?My friend said don't be silly,noone does things like thatNow will you get a move onand take off that stupid hat!Made sure I set out earlyMade sure I caught the trainGot out at the right station,then of course came down the rainFollowed the directionsExactly as he saidAsked people if they new Hope Roadbut they just walked on aheadI turned left at the junctionTook the fork off to the rightStraight over at the crossroads,then down to the traffic lightsMust have walked those streets for hoursin the dark and in the coldBefore I really could acceptthere's no place called Hope RoadSo here I am alone againIndoors by myselfThe TV, plants, books and Iall neatly on the shelfNext time I'll be more cautiousNext time I won't be fooledIt's another of those basic thingsyou're never taught at schoolLet this be a warningas you wander through the worldIt makes no difference who you areBe you boy or be you girlBe very, very carefulWhen people seem so niceIt's not now that it's expensiveLater on you pay the priceThere's no Hope Road Aus Songtexte Mania