Road Trippin'

Ripping down a track in my old Troopy Wildflowers blooming with the smell of the sea Road tripping Skeletons on the Tanami Rusty car bodies never made the grind Road tripping Hole in your stomach for the ones you love Shoulda coulda done more never seems enough Road tripping Hills rising up from the big old plains Like the belly of a woman who will procreate Road tripping Brolga and the jabiru Little thorny devil and the kangaroo Road tripping Red-tailed blacks with their ancient cry Gotten us through from day to night Road tripping Catching silty grinner with a block of cheese In this old billabong beneath these melaleuca trees Road tripping And everybody's watching for the saltwater croc Has always been, will always be the boss Road tripping Balanda chasing barramundi And there's Arny with a handline pulling up a feed Road tripping Paintings in the caves from a time before When all country was sacred, not a stone unturned Road tripping Eating red dirt as the sun goes down Feeling life can't touch, can't catch you now Road tripping Colors in the sky you've never seen before Being cleansed by the waters of an ancient gorge Road tripping And I'm sorry to you for the things that I do And I love you more with every shimmering moon Hand in hand with our feet in the sand And all that I want here is you Smiley faced kids in communities Heart on their sleeve and their own two feet Road tripping Chewing on the flowers of a boab tree Trying hard to imagine all the life they've seen Road tripping Walking barefoot through the spinifex Amazed by the tucker in the red desert Road tripping Sun going down over Uluru Sucking honey from the flowers as we're gathering wood Road tripping Wedge-tailed eagle and the whistling kite On the long road east with home on the mind Road tripping And everything is equal in this sacred land Every plant, every animal, your own two hands Road tripping Heading back home to the cattle dogs To the seasons on the river and the ones we love Road tripping And we carry the spirit of this old country Her wisdom in her hearts and her sweet memories Road tripping And I'm sorry to you for the things that I do And I love you more with every shimmering moon Hand in hand with our feet in the sand And all that I want here is you Yes all that I want here is you