Under a Southern Sky - The Beautiful Girls

The sunrise bleeds into the bay

Landed in sydney, nothing’s changed

It’s still so beautiful in ways i will never be

The dogs are still in parliament

And every summer day is spent under the shade down by the fence, cricket on tv.

the desert cracks under the sun.

the farmers wait for rains to come.

we all have our own race to run, sometimes.

and everything we read about,

i would believe but i’m in doubt, on what’s left in and what’s left out,

this time

No way will we run

No way will we run and hide

Under a southern sky

There’s beach towels laid out on the shore

Where no one needs or wants for more

And all the radio is for is monotony

An eastern suburbs housewife yawns

And while the gardener mows her lawns

We all just smile and play along

And why wouldn’t we?

It’s easier to be undone

Than it is to stand and run

It’s easier to feel it’s come, untied

The dream they’ll sell you isn’t much like the reality but, underneath it all

there’s dust, and time…

No way will we run

No way will we run and hide

Under a southern sky