Soon the the blue sky will open for you and you only
Eyes that once stared down will now look to the west
And the hair that stood tight on the back of your neck
Will cooly relax and you won't think to feel taxed

Oceans bright wet breeze will bring you at ease
While the peck echoes by a pelican's sneeze
Sand will whirl wild while every rough mile
We'll be twisted and groaning muddied in the mire

So soon the sky still n' high will grow dark to a white spotted net
We'll go out drinking wild sittin' and smiling to make a bet
Touched two parts from Sunday Holy 35 cent bowling
Parade in our name but we deny the fame same is our game

Through the bricks that lay red bare and chipping
We'll carry our horse but never do him in with whipping
Chapped our lips may get underneath the *** marked yellow sun
So shade we will seek our feet to carry right on n' on

Noon day near your ears are burnt n' unable to hear
So I whistle the sights around pointing with my cracked gloves
Mountains move nearer an' nearer so breathe light my dear
Over the crest is our home to be so please dear release the fear