A hundred miles of flat land’s just enough for me to breathe Where the grassland goes forever through a tapestry of trees The sunburnt barbed wire fence posts and the rusted farm machines And beneath the cracking, empty lake the desert holds the seeds
The long dead ancient gidgee silhouettes an epic sky Upon the dam, the highest point, I see a thousand miles And every animal and bird will gather here at dusk Around the precious water hole, I’m watching from the brush
I am a cowboy, and they say I’m crazy But I live for silence and the touch of my fine lady Breathe the clean air, I drink the water And at night I fight the madness of a culture going down
A hundred miles of flat land’s just enough for me to breathe And fifty parrots pink and gray are laughing in the trees The dingo’s desperate howling to the farm dog who’s in heat As one hundred thousand nightmares fade away
I shot my TV, I burned my taxes And I’m living in a shack about a hundred miles from town Here in the desert, they cannot find me And at night I fight the madness of a culture going down
A night sky full of endless stars with only you and me The crackle of the campfire and the brush of blowing breeze The blanket round our shoulders fending off the winter freeze As a hundred thousand nightmares fade away
Copyright 2007 by Dana Lyons Lyons Brothers Music, BMI