A Need To Be Somewhere Else

I’m the one who needs to be somewhere else, I cannot stay in one place. The grass is green where I’ve never been and never have shown my face. When I look back on every track where there’s nothing to entice me to return to where I never yearn. You won’t see my footsteps twice. I’ve lived through drought and I’ve lived through flood, I’ve been where a fire’s burnt black. I’ve seen the curse where the locusts’ worse and the crops are all under attack. I’ve been laid down in a cyclone town when winds are a howling gale. In the shearing shed when the markets dead and the cheques bounced over the rail. I’ve no good terms on the squatters land for he’s never a man to talk, and he can’t control his angry soul when a restless man don’t walk. If there’s sag in my tucker bag near a campfire I’m content. He’ll try to rule I’m a thieving fool so my time with him is spent. I’m the one who needs to be somewhere else; each camp is a rainbows end, where the only gold that I get to hold is to wake in the morning again to bear my load on the distant road for ahead lies my clarity, that with my charms in the need for alms, there’s a world full of charity. I’m the one who needs to be somewhere else, in my chase for the know not what, where time ahead guide the fearful dead, something that I am not. From coast to coast my eventual ghost will tramp o’er the trail I made, which can’t be denied is Australia wide when I rest where my body is laid.