Dreamtime

"BANG" goes another kanga on the bonnet of the van
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
Many an aborigine's mistaken for a tree
Until you're near him on the motorway
The tree begins to breathe
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
Coming in with the golden light in the morning
Coming in with the golden light is the new man
Coming in with the golden light in my dented van
Woomera
Dre-a-m-t-i-me
The civilized keep alive the territorial war
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
Erase the race that claim the place
And say we dig for ore, or dangle devils in a bottle
And push them from the pull of the bush
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
You'll find them in the road
(See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand)
In the road
Coming in with the golden light in the morning
Coming in with the golden light with no warning
Coming in with the golden light, we bring in the rigging
Dig, dig, dig away
M-m-many aborigine's mistaken for a tree
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
You near him on the motorway, the trees begin to breathe
Erase the race that claim the place and say we dig for ore
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
Dangle devils in a bottle and push them from the pull of the bush
(See the sun set in the hand of the man)
"BANG" goes another kanga on the bonnet of the van
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
You'll find him in the road
In the road
(See the light )
Pull of the bush
(See the light bounce from the rocks to the sand)
Push them from the pull of the bush
See the sun set in the hands of the man