We’re going down the highway, and we’re almost back home,
The sun is at its highest and it glistens on the dome.
We’re skidding round the corner and rolling down the straight,
And avoiding all the road-hogs, full of rage and hate.
We’re gliding past some road-kill, down along the track,
And until we’ve gone right by, I won’t look back.
For they did no wrong, and only died by chance,
And we rush right by them, with no second glance.
Galahs fly overhead, with no second thoughts,
As we speed in plastic bubbles, for they think us funny sorts.
As we drive along the highway, not stopping on the way,
With our artificial air, we could drive like this all day!
No time to turn down creek beds, as the willows nod and sway,
No time to stop at all and we simply cannot stay.
No time to watch the kangaroo, with a joey in her pouch,
No time to wait for native birds, who come if you silently crouch.
No time to lay on golden grass and stare up at the sun,
Speeding past in plastic bubbles, you miss a lot of fun.
No time to crush a gum leaf, and smell the gum-fresh air,
As we fly on by, going as fast as we possibly dare.
As we swoop on down the highway, for we’re very nearly home,
And the afternoon sun, glistens on the highway’s dome.
We’re speeding round the corner and flashing down the straight,
For we simply cannot stop, and we simply cannot wait.
And I stopped and watched the plastic cars, rushing till the end,
Swooping out of sight, under a gum tree, round a bend.
And I sighed behind them, why not stop beside the track,
And turn down a creek bed and don’t worry to go back?
Lie down in the shade in the golden grass that’s fair,
And learn to stop and stand and stare.
And take a gum leaf from a gum and crush it in your hand,
And learn to really see what is good and grand.
Why not stay till night fall, and watch the ghost gums dance,
And wander past the creek bed and take the track by chance.
For the earth is much too wonderful, not to stop and stare,
And gaze upon a joey’s face, and dance without a care.