"This is a mad house," she goes straight for the palm. "You'll be luck to make it till Tuesday". . I say "You must be joking, the idea's absurd". But the picture's hanging on her every word.
When they march. When they march over fields of green. When they march. When they march over fields of green. When they march. When they march over fields of green.
The tucker box is empty now, the heart of Kelly's country cleared. The gangers on the southern line, like the steam trains have disappeared. Pelicans glide, miracles up in the sky.
I come from a land of wide open spaces. Where the world turns around us and we just follow suit. There's heat in the air and peace reigns supreme. Got white flags on the clothes lines and the deals are new.
Everybody say god is a good man. Ah, clock on the world. Driving a dump truck up to the sun. A sigh in the human heart. . I look at the clock on the wall.
Speed, and this. There's a feeling I get when I look to the sun. Love, it's so tough. Cause it raises your hopes and then it makes you run. . We're all looking for a shorter day.
There's no highway to luritja way. I listen I listen for it now.. . There's no turnoff to luritja way. One moment one moment for me please.. . I'm reaching out for you across a thousand years.
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.
Haul me up I'm waiting. Oh yeah yes I'm waiting. Waiting now they say for shopping day. I'll pretend that I'm a rich man. And I'll carry it away. Oh yeah it sounds real nice.
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.
From the red dust north of Dalmore Downs. Sharman's tents roll into town. Twelve will face the auctioneer. Sharman's Boxers stand their ground. Their days are darker than your nights.
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.
My grandfather went down with the MonteVideo. The rising sun sent him floating to his rest. And his wife fled south to Sydney seeking out safe harbor.
There's a man who walks the lonely field at midnight. He wears a matching suit, steel tipped shoes and the diamonds. And he holds the dying flame, the loaded dice and the answer.
Hollow threats and a great adventure. So much business, towns in the dirt. Company cars and efficient Americans. Three black boys sit in the corner. White woman waiting to talk.
Sorry I am for the hurt I caused. Grieving I still do over careless words. As I move freely to a place. The debris I left behind comes back into my day.
I'm head over heels. You know how it feels to be in love. I'm head over heels. Holding back the chills in love. I think I like the sound we're chasing.
Look at all the toys I got. Look at all the things I need. Look at all the toys I got. Look at all the mouths I feed. . Have I got a wonderful deal for you.
My life is a valuable thing. I want to keep it that way, I won't cry. My life's such a valuable thing. Some things don't fade away, I don't mind. We give the best we can give.
The empire rings. The umpire's not laughing. The President's resented,. The Ambassador's a night club. You cannot get it out. . It's stuff you cannot taste or see.