I live near the corner of Hoddle and Johnston now. Weird, eh? This one ended up early in the running order of Northcote Country Soul.
On the corner of Hoddle and Johnston
That’s when your eyes first met mine
With the lights glowing crimson
In the soft breeze of spring
And the cars trailing back in a line
You stared at me over the dashboard
With a mixture of malice and fear
But I don’t want to hurt you
Or toy with your virtue
I just wanna make myself a little more clear
And your windscreen wants to be clean
And I don’t know how you can see
But there’s no need to fear
Salvation is here
With a dollar, a squeegee and me
You raise your right hand in defiance
You raise it to wave me away
Let there be no confusion
You’ve reached the conclusion
You don’t need my help here today
But a dollar ain’t worth a disaster
When destiny turns on a dime
So why not say “fuck it”
And drop in my bucket?
If you’ve got the change, baby, I’ll make the time
When your windscreen wants to be clean
And I don’t know how you can see
That there’s no need to fear
Salvation is here
With a dollar, a squeegee and me
Any second now
the lights’ll change and you’ll be
driving off in such a hurry it’s obscene
Scrabble round and find
some change inside your glove compartment
and I’ll guarantee I’m done before the lights turn green
On the corner of Hoddle and Johnston
At the crossroads of hope and despair
With my rag and my pail
I could drag back the veil
For your windscreen wants to be clean
And I don’t know how you can see
But there’s no need to fear
Salvation is here
With a dollar, a squeegee and me
Yeah, there’s no need to fear
Salvation is here
With a dollar, a squeegee and me