Outback Firesong

(hay, yeah)

Red dust rising on the old clay track

Spinifex waving in the sun-baked back

Emu running by the

rusty wire line

Just heading out where the stars start

to shine

Out in the red where the horizon is wide

Underneath the sky where the wild things hide

Hear the engine roar let the dust cloud fly Under the gaze

of the big desert

eye

Creek beds dry and the river gums tall

Hear the yellow-crested cockatoos call

Driving on through the afternoon heat

Feeling every bump in the old bench seat

Heading into

the deep red land

(yeah, alright)