I think I hear the sounds of then and people talking The scenes recalled by minute movement The songs, they fall from the backing tape That certain texture, that certain smell Lie in sweat on familiar sheets In brick veneer on financed beds In a room of silent HardieFlex That certain texture, that certain smell Brings home the heavy days Brings home the nighttime swell Out on the patio we sit And the humidity we breathe We watch the lightning crack over cane fields Laugh and think, this is Australia ♪ The block is awkward, it faces west With long diagonals and sloping, too In the distance, through the heat haze In convoys of silence, the cattle graze That certain texture, that certain beat Brings forth the nighttime heat Out on the patio we sit And the humidity we breathe We watch the lightning crack over cane fields Laugh and think, this is Australia ♪ Out on the patio we sit And the humidity we breathe We watch the lightning crack over cane fields Laugh and think, this is Australia Out on the patio we sit And the humidity we breathe We watch the lightning crack over cane fields Laugh and think, this is Australia Out on the patio we sit And the humidity we breathe We watch the lightning crack over cane fields Laugh and think, this is Australia