and nearly fell right off the earth
we drove by day and drove by night
we drove for all that we were worth
we drove for days on end,
until we nearly dropped
it seemed we drove for ever more
until one day we stopped
and stood there wondering
why ever we did start
when now we had left far behind
all things close to our heart.
The far horizon beckoned
with promise full of change
but everything we yearned for
was home, close to our range.
If ever we should get the urge
to harness horse and go
to run away from daily life
that's boring, drear and slow,
take out the axle pin
and say the waggon broke.
Brew up a billy full of tea
upon a smoking campfire
and say if we should need a change:
"go camp down on the flat,
the snakes are plentiful down there
they'll give you quite a thrill,
the kangaroos go sailing by
bushwhacking noises fill the night
the sheep can give you quite a fright
and we will know that you are safe
from hoons and trucks upon the road.
The stars shine brightly there at night
and should the cold decide to bite
come back and turn the blanky on
and sleep in your own bed,
the cat will read a goodnight tale
and you will get well fed".