Youth Group - Blue Leaves, Red Dust lyrics

Regiments of stoby poles, rabbits and erosion holes All bare beneath the sky To the untrained eye this land is dry There's no waterholes in sight There are songs here No more geographic lies We just have to find them And we'll never compromise The lyrics that I sent her Are sung in clubs and community centres And everybody's singing their own tune Got the call yesterday and we left straight away A long way for a funeral I saw the souls of all of us in the blue leaves and red dust And the heat is their embrace No more songs of Tallaha**ee and Nashville We got music Right outside the windowsill I can feel it when I roam In the pubs and the nursing homes I can feel it coming down the wires