Speed and this, there's a feeling I get when I look to the sun
Love it's so tough cos it raises your hopes and then it makes you run

We're all looking for a shorter day
We're all looking for an easy way
Even when the debts are dead and gone

Down the stairs and an eight mile drive waits for you to turn on
Hear the time clock sing and the smoke in the distance reaches the eye line

We're all working on a shorter day
We're all looking for an easy way
Even when the debts are dead and gone

No conversation as you go there's so musch space the heat moves you
Terracotta homes - backyard bar-b-que and eucalyptus smell
It's fine on the clothes line, it's fast food and slow life and red roof
My silence - comic interruptions
Surely ther's some relief from atomic art and the fragile state of the world
Events with clowns who love the kings and power and the mutant media babes
Working on dreams and fashions and toilet paper flowers
Don't talk to me in this backyard - it's clandestine, it's nuclear,
Smell of space and now forever I wanna go straight down the exit eight mile
Attraction u-turn is up and the time clock sings let go

Lucky country where the geckos are paid to live in the sun
On and on there's a ribbon of road and a mile to spare
Lucky country, lucky country