I think I hear the sounds of them
And people talking, the scenes recalled
By minute movement, the songs they fall
From the back and take
That certain texture, that certain smell
Lying sweat on familiar sheets
In brick veneer on finest beds
In a room of silent artifacts
That certain texture, that certain smell
Brings home the heavy days
Brings home the nighttime swell
Out on the patio we sit
And the humidity we breathe
We watch the lightning crack on the cane fields
Laugh and think, this is Australia
Life is awkward, it faces west
With long diagonals
And smoke and two
In the distance through the heat haze
In convoys of silence the cattle graze
That certain texture, that certain beat
Brings forth the nighttime heat
Out on the patio we sit
And the humidity we breathe
We watch the lightning crack on the cane fields
Laugh and think, this is Australia
And the humidity we breathe
Brings home the nighttime swell
Out on the patio we sit
And the humidity we breathe
We watch the lightning crack on the cane fields


Out on the patio we sit
And the humidity we breathe
We watch the lightning crack over cane fields
Laugh and think this is Australia
Out on the patio we sit
And the humidity we breathe
We watch the lightning crack over cane fields
Laugh and think this is Australia
Out on the patio we sit
And the humidity we breathe
We watch the lightning crack over cane fields
Laugh and think this is Australia
This is Australia