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