The sunrise bleeds into the bay
Landed in sydney, nothing's changed
It's still so beautiful in ways i will never be
The dogs are still in parliament
And every summer day is spent under the shade down by the fence, cricket on tv. the desert cracks under the sun. the farmers wait for rains to come. we all have our own race to run, sometimes. and everything we read about, i would believe but i'm in doubt, on what's left in and what's left out, this time
No way will we run
No way will we run and hide
Under a southern sky
There's beach towels laid out on the shore
Where no one needs or wants for more
And all the radio is for is monotony
An eastern suburbs housewife yawns
And while the gardener mows her lawns
We all just smile and play along
And why wouldn't we?
It's easier to be undone
Than it is to stand and run
It's easier to feel it's come, untied
The dream they'll sell you isn't much like the reality but, underneath it all there's dust, and time...
No way will we run
No way will we run and hide
Under a southern sky