Flood
Wrecked
High-
Way
On a flood wrecked high-
Way, those colours blazed
Wildflowers in bloom
Shock bumps from cattle
Grids prompt nostalgia
Stunning old roadhouse
Pull into that old
Worn out gold rush town
Crumbling asbestos
Noble country pub
Stories in the walls
Creaking old timber
We stop at a roadside rest for a piss
And as my cock hangs in the dry Midwest air
My view is overwhelmed by the great open expanse that surrounds us
Telstra towers on top of red boulders
Smatterings of saltbush casting modest shade
Creating respite for native reptiles
And other creatures below
Flood
Wrecked
High-
Way
The red dirt courses through my veins
And prompts me to melt back into this land
I want to dissolve back into the particles that form my body
The particles that form my mind
Oh sacred star dust, daddy's home
I want this country to soak me up
It's universal, the sun licks my face
It's universal, this parched floodway
We gaze off into the distance
My own heartbeat becomes a metronome
Keeping the rhythm to my thoughts
The great rock from beyond the horizon summons me hither
We kick the footy across the red dirt
We pay homage to art from 100,000 years ago
Take this flood wrecked high
Way through desert scrub
And we drive
Flood
Wrecked
High-
Way
Flood
Wrecked
High-
Way
Flood-wrecked high way!