City Dreams

The bright lights of the city Have lured me away From bushland plains and mulga scrub from plains of rich red clay Away from the serenity to noise and toil and strife To pay the bills and cure the ills of living city life Into a world of buildings and people crowded round of cars and fumes and airplanes a world of ceaseless sound I long to take my swag again into the far outback To walk the trails and feel again the sun upon my back To make camp by a billabong cook dinner by a fire Lie back and see the stars at night then silently retire But here I sit beside a screen a keyboard and a phone My time belongs to someone else my life is not my own Down below the city sprawls around and out of sight But in my mind I'm wandering my fantasies take flight And once again I'm on the road not knowing where I'm bound I'm off into the wilderness somewhere I can't be found From my PDF book "Bush Ballads and Bulldust"