Older than Kosciuszko. Darwin down to Alice Springs. Dealers in the clearinghouse. The settlements explode. High up in the homelands. Miners drive across the land.
And out from the echoes of the night. Concrete caverns catch the sky and hold the stars to ransom. A thousand dreams it's getting late. Thousand runners standing still.
Walking through the high dry grass, pushing my way through slow. Yellow belly black snake, sleeping on a red rock. Waiting for the stranger to go. Sugar train stops at the crossing, cane cockies cursing below.