Are you leaving for the country? You say the city brings you down Lately I have fallen behind And watched the circus leaving town Are you leaving for
I lived in the country where the dead wood aches In a house made of stone and a thousand mistakes Where the glory of morning got crushed by the burden
I looked down the line And I wondered how All things would come to be I stood staring with my Best intentions worst impulses Old companions we Feel
Strontium-90 Removed from milk As curious an entity As bullshit writ on silk Cancer's airborne now Do you hear the sound? I was hanging out the washing
One Sunday morning While I was out walking By the Brisbane's waters I chanced to stray There I found a prisoner Layed half in the water He'd seen me
You've gone from perfect to divine Gone from perfect to divine Time heals And time forgets Your pots pans shoes all your garbage And your photographs
Work for me Do what I tell you to do Work for me Do what I want you to do I am not an apple I am not a plum You can't know the wealth of my seat You
Tell me how are you coping Now that it's time to go Can you see the chariots Swinging low Up over the huon pine and out to the snow How much treachery
My heart would hang me if I gave it an inch It would sing you a sad one For the sake of seeing you cry My heart might heal you It's been with me such
