Lucky Country - Midnight Oil

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

We're all looking for an easy way

Even when the debts are dead and gone

Down, the stairs

And an eight mile drive waits for you to turn on

Hear, the time clocks sing

And the smoke in the distance reaches the eye line

We're all working on a shorter day...

No conversation as you go

There's so much space the heat moves you

Terracotta homes, backyard barbeque and eucalyptus smell

It's fine on the clothes line

It's fast food and slow life and red roof

My silence, comic interruptions

Surely there's some relief from atomic art

And the fragile state of world events

With clowns who love the kings and power and the mutant media babes

Wanking on dreams and fashions and toilet paper flowers

Don't talk to me in this backyard - it's clandestine, it's nuclear

Smell of space and now forever I wanna go

Straight down the exit eight mile attraction

U-turn is up and the time clock sings lets go

Lucky country

Where the geckos are paid to live in the sun

On and on there's a ribbon of road and a mile to spare

Lucky country

Lucky country

(Moginie/Garrett/Rotsey/Hirst)