A million miles of Pilbara Surrounding you and me Short horns under white gums, pushing 46 degrees I came up from the south coast, just a suitcase in my hand Now I'm out here fixing windmills in the Nyiyaparli land Watching lightning, out on the horizon Waiting for the thunder, in the wonder of it all Out on that verandah, love was the only answer We were lit up like that big old western sky Watching lightning The mustering was over, the crews have packed and gone The wet season is brewing, you can feel it coming on It begins out in the distance, from the south across the flat The clouds begin to build up, maybe love's a bit like that Watching lightning, out on the horizon Waiting for the thunder, in the wonder of it all Out on that verandah, love was the only answer We were lit up like that big old western sky Watching lightning Watching lightning There were hard times out at Hillside, and the family had to sell We shifted to Carnarvon, by the Indian Ocean swell We still got each other, but we miss the life we had We still talk about the big plan, one day we'll be going back Watching lightning, out on the horizon Waiting for the thunder, in the wonder of it all And out on that verandah, love was the only answer We were lit up like that big old western sky Watching lightning Watching lightning