In my shoes, in my shoes. There is so much to remind me. As the stars come out above me, home. . Cool wind, clear my head. Bright sun grow my food. Strong rain clear my heart.
Here comes the angel of death. You may not remember her yet. Concrete all over her face. Child bride of the human race. . Until you see life in the forest.
Hey, hey-hey hey. There'll be food on the table tonight. Hey, hey, hey hey. There'll be pay in your pocket tonight. . My gut is wrenched out it is crunched up and broken.
Fresh air soft landing. So good to be home. This bruised world's got its beauty. It's where I belong.. . The sight of those green curves. Quickens my heart.
I am gone, can't waste more time. I said, not quite joking. The fire has gone the big trees stand. The underground is smoking. . Remember nothing you've been told.
In this city with no footpath there's a building with no people. There is crime and gun decisions. There's a street of heat and hawkers, there's a house of hope drifters.