There is a road
To take me away from there
And I have taken all of them
Some have called that heartbreaking
Some have called that courageous
I only know what Pascal told me
My nature lies in movement
Complete calm is death
And I have taken all of them
Some have called that heartbreaking
Some have called that courageous
I only know what Pascal told me
My nature lies in movement
Complete calm is death
Like the ghost gums
In the Red Centre
I would come to know
Centuries later
I held you
While you grew cold
Your eyes
Already clouding
My body emptied
Of presence
Hollowed
By your absence
Chance and mutation
Viability, adaptation
Until I look back
A hundred million years
At selections long enduring
We roll on through
With singing tires
On bitumen
Both dreaming of
This singing land
Now I walk with a gentle deference
Listen, when I might have spoken
Forgive, when I might have challenged
Let go, when I might have held on
After a while
All anyone sees of me
Is the walls
After a while
All that is left of me
Is the walls