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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