Boxing Day, Gippsland, I’m riding the freeway to you
These hills are so green, but this heat will be browning them soon
I’m heading for Melbourne but I’ll only be passing straight through
I’ll head for the Westgate then turn at the Bendigo road
The air con is busted the dog’s panting fit to explode
I’ll turn off at Woodend and google your old man’s home
Love is the summer;
Love is the highway to you
Love is the weeping lap steel
In these radio tunes
As every mile I drive
Brings me one mile closer to you
The Christmas cards sit with their parcels all sleigh bells and snow
While here the sun shines late at night and we bask in the glow Another year’s set to begin as we bask in it’s flow
Love is the spin of the speedo
As I’m rolling on through
Love is the cold wind
Love is the scent of the eucalypts
From the rolling hills slopes
Love is the trees rushing past
And here you are smiling and warm as I hold you so close
I long to in you eyes
stays up to ten and we nestle in the glow
We range through the forest
Our arms are flung open wide to embrace the dry inland wind as it blows/flows
We range through the forest
Our arms are flung open wide to embrace the dry inland wind as it blows/flows
Warm and expansive; fearless to follow its flow
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