Cohabitation

Bus exhaust embrace
Running late along thin, twisting roads
Sitting rain-soaked, poorly-built homes
All alone, except for all the mound
If your ears are near the footpath
You can hear the water come
Rushing down underneath
Our living quarters
Don't you move into that room
If you can't afford to heat it
But you try as you might
To place an honest price
On the scene that you see
From the first floor balcony

We get layered up
Step over tiny lakes
Not yet safe to cross
But I wouldn't wait

We don't need a gym
When we climb a hundred metres up
Just to get back home
From the hospo slog eternal