Bumping up north to gorges and gaps Parkland ain't enough for foreign command Racist, classist, a gambling man I see Albert Namatjira in his ghost gums Like I glide up to a chateau in the south of France
Same feeling, worlds apart I've been here another life In text and in canvas, in songs that inhabit A feeling, a place, a time and a space In stone and in steel and in overpriced meals In film and in youth, plants introduced
Feeling sick in the south of France Feeling at home In worlds so unknown When so many don't in the land that's their own I'm feeling sick in the south of France Feeling at home In worlds so unknown When so many don't in the land that's their–
Walking down streets with men and with youth Protest to cure my homesick blues Ramparts rebel with fear and abuse I see Whitlam on the steps back in '75 Like I glide up to a chateau in the south of France
Same feeling, worlds apart I've been here another life In text and in canvas, in songs that inhabit A feeling, a place, a time and a space In stone and in steel and in overpriced meals In film and in youth, plants introduced
Feeling sick in the south of France Feeling at home In worlds so unknown When so many don't in the land that's their own I'm feeling sick in the south of France Feeling at home In worlds so unknown When so many don't in the land that's their–
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