Amber, your eyes

Prepare me for the trifles of old age

You're always with me

Do you ever feel the same way?

What kind of monument to love

Dreams of love

When we drive out

Through all the old towns

You say, "The rusty old paddock bombs are paddock bombs Because the love is on the inside of the houses"

Nothing ever happens here, but it will

Reach, Amber, you gotta reach, Amber

You gotta reach like the whale in the seaside mural

My Amber, when you're young, you say, "It is what it is"

But when you're big, it means something different

You see a family of silos on a ridge

A little country house where they only sing songs about the city

When I was young, I saw a horse in a stream

One day it looked at me and said

"Get a grip, dreamy, it's the twenty-first century!"

Your days are warm like cookbook wisdom

Now try inheriting the family business