I pack my boot up and drive

Everything that's necessary for my life

My jack, tools and tyre repair kit

It makes me look the part, but in Bridgestone I will sit

Driving through the quiet rural towns

A novelty sized fruit stands with nobody around

The cattle station hums into the night

But I ain't seen nothing yet, ya see

The sun at my back when I wake

My brain see-saws, is this a big mistake?

Constant phone calls ring out

It's nothing personal, I just need a people drought

The mesmerising ocean dances slow

Tormenting the great desert with its tantalising show

The UHF, it crackles hard

And I've only got this far, ya see

And I've only got this far

I'm hoping for a grand epiphany

That comes to me

I'm struggling, but if I trek a little further

Into the dust, into the bush

I'm stuck, but it's something I will feel

In my guts and in my blood

I want to rattle my own cage

And I'll keep on rolling 'til its done

Nowhere to be

And I got time to kill

Nowhere to be

And I got time to kill

Nowhere to be

And I got time to kill

Nowhere to be

And I got time to kill

And I got time to kill

I'm hoping for a grand epiphany

That comes to me

I'm struggling, but if I trek a little further

Into the dust, into the bush

I'm stuck, but it's something I will feel

In my guts and in my blood

I want to rattle my own cage

And I'll keep on rolling 'til its done