John Farnham, Ross Fraser, and Phil Buckle. . I'm searching for something. That's so hard to find. I'm falling down mountains. I can't seem to climb. Driving down highways.
John Farnham, Phil Buckle, and Ross Fraser. . Manufacture of consent. Turn your fiction into fact. The story's more important than the truth. Selective information sold.
John Farnham, Richard Marx, Phil Buckle, and Ross Fraser. . I've been watching him. Wearing you down. Somehow you're different. When he's around. I know you feel it, the heart doesn't lie.
Richard Marx, John Farnham, Phil Buckle, and Ross Fraser. . I've got a strange disposition. I've got to dig down deep sometimes. Can't explain my reasons.
John Farnham, Phil Buckle, and Ross Fraser. . I'm looking forward, to seeing you smile. We've been strangers, we've been lost for awhile. A new day coming, a change at last.
Phil Buckle, John Farnham, Ross Fraser. . You can laugh, you think it's funny. Am I a fool, for taking the longest way. To reach for the sky. . I have my hopes, you have your business.