Red Earth Farewell

The propellor spins up in the dawn

Dust rises gold off the clay

She stands by the wire fence alone

And watches the wings tilt away

There is only one road stretching home

Cutting red through the quiet and dry (ahhh) And a kettle to

boil in the dark

Underneath the great bend of the sky

The terminal hangar is still

The wind through the spinifex sighs

She turns her old keys in the lock

And blinks the salt out of her eyes

There is only one road stretching home

Cutting red through the quiet and dry (ahhh) And a kettle to

boil in the dark

Underneath the great bend of the sky

Just the kettle on the stove...

Just the red road home... (mmmmm)