When I'm locked in my room. I just want to scream. And I know what they mean. (One more day of eating and sleeping). . Speak to me, speak to me. I'm not spoken for, I'm ready to talk.
I grew tall in this lucky land. And I thank God for that, but there's needles in the sand. Ozone in the eucalypt and on the Steppes tonight. There's pushing and a shoving on the throne tonight.
Who'd like to change the world, who wants to shoot the curl. Who gets to work for bread, who wants to get ahead. Who hands out equal rights, who starts and ends that fight.
What do we want, we are going to be the winners or the losers?. And who do we hear, do we listen to the beggars or the choosers?. . We're getting no reaction.
The raising of children, the rearing of young. Used to be simple but look what it's become. The choice of career, the proper vocation. Out of your hands, all for the needs of the nation.
In my world there are sorrows. I'd rather drown in happiness. Come the morning when the darkness through. That story's bound to change. . And in my world and in my world.
Was it just a dream, were you so confused. Was it just a giant leap of logic. Was it the time of year, that makes a state of fear. Methods were the motives for the action.
"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.
On a knife edge razor day. If you listen long enough they've got nothing to say. . It's a time warp place don't change. The rhythm of the night, the beating rain.
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.
Older than Kosciusko. Darwin down to Alice Springs. Dealers in the clearing house. The settlements explode. . High up in the homelands. Miners drive across the land.
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.