Cigarette+burning*

There's a cigarette burning in the plastic ashtray Six stubbies left - the same put away The car is screaming through a Nullabor day Half way to Eucla you stir and you say I think I love you

The heat shoots in through a hole in the floor The smell of sheep skin covers sticks in our pores The bitument bubbles and the Phantom comics fade There's a hitchhiker standing by a sign post for shade I reach and touch you

Swimming in the nuddy in a sea blue and cool The white hills roll back through the heat vapour pools The road forgotten now we walk in the sand No words are spoken but we both understand There are no questions

Emu Bitter in a Coolgardie pub We're yarning with a local he's botting Drum ready-rubbed A long hot shower and an oversized meal Dusty veranda and the ceiling paint peels We merge so tender

We leave the desert under bright pink sky Thumb off the wheel to each new passerby The air is cooler now you relax at the wheel The words come easy now there's nothing concealed You know I love you

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