Blue Leaves, Red Dust

Regiments of stoby poles, rabbits and erosion holes
All bare beneath the sky
To the untrained eye this land is dry
There's no waterholes in sight

There are songs here
No more geographic lies
We just have to find them
And we'll never compromise

The lyrics that I sent her
Are sung in clubs and community centres
And everybody's singing their own tune

Got the call yesterday and we left straight away
A long way for a funeral
I saw the souls of all of us in the blue leaves and red dust
And the heat is their embrace

No more songs of
Tallahassee and Nashville
We got music
Right outside the windowsill

I can feel it when I roam
In the pubs and the nursing homes
I can feel it coming down the wires