The rolling hills surround you as you’re heading for the plains
The sky is overburdened with promises of rain
Flood markers show the height as the water levels rise
I hope I make it to Tocumwal before the breaking of the skies.
In this semi-darkness the land shows its true light
In phosphor greens and blood baked browns, waiting for the night.
As whip birds crack a melody between loneliness and tiumph
Your machine cuts the ribbon between the living and the dying.
One night south of Eden I made my first mistake
Where ghost gums block the starry sky I took a turning by a lake
And in that wild silence I felt the shadows take a breath
The heartbeat of an ancient land that moves too slow for death.
And the bush is just a dream in some city dweller’s mind
Because out here where the road ends is another space and time
Where the wind is just a whisper calling you to rest
Eden’s somewhere north of here and Tocumwal’s out west.
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