There is a place we're coming to
It is not green , it is not blue
I hope that you understand
Devil was dancin' on the old foreshore
Hittin' up on bright lights and the liquor stores, save me

We've got to prick that bubble in the shopping arcade
Gonna make amends for the things that we've said
I do hope that you understand
Dirty washing on the line footsteps in the sand
Whose going to lead us on to some promised land

I'm going to find myself a place in the country
Wake up and reach out and breathe real air
Do you know how it feels clean tissue no scars
The land lives longer if we listen to the earthbeat

Our lives go forward if we listen to our heartspeak
The seasons won't falter, the stars won't fade away