The Same Heat
David Bridie, John Phillips
And it's the same heat out there
Dry and old boulders in the weather
And then the wind buffets the skin
The red earth, the spinifex and Bill
That's all there is everyway he looks
That's all there is
If you walk upon this road
Even if you walk for days and days
And days and days
You'd be waiting for the red dust sun
To slowly take you away
A rusty tin hiding place
And there's red eyes everywhere
Little desеrt with a wood and wind parade
There's lots of hеavy drink out there
Dry and old boulders in the weather
And nothing else can save the dog's bons
From breaking up and rolling away
Until they turn into red dust...