Kneeling at the hotel reception   Violin a-sobbing on his knee   Twenty bright rozellas on his shoulder   Coin from a wealthy Ceylonese   Hungry people hangin' on the corner   Other people cruisin' by in cars   Feeding on the fiction and the porno   Staring at the tattoos and the scars      Conversations, Conversations   Icy nights and almighty patience      Well some of us are driven to ambition   Some of us are trapped behind the wheel   Some of us will break away, and build a marble yesterday   And live for every moment we can steal      Conversations, Conversations   Shouting out across an empty station      Now it's just another Tuesday morning   Billy's wrapped up tight against the chill   The busker packs his birds beneath the awning   Billy's got his eyes upon the till   He could get a ticket out of here from a local easy lawyer   The busker's halfway home, Billy's lounging round the foyer   Love so easily dies when there's nothing left to conquer   One small break is all he needs, and life ain't getting longer      Conversations, Conversations   Breakfast show to a sleepy nation