Nimbin

My brothers haven’t written since they made for the coast

I hope that they have found the lives that they wanted most

I haven’t ticked the days away, the past I can’t retrace

But seven years is long enough to forget my face

I walked along that mountainside to find a place to run

Footsteps on a broken fence toward salvation

Ask me what I’m searching for a place to lay my head

Or fleeing from my mother’s eyes a morning sun red

Heathen circles round the fire burning aimless souls

Write a line to kill the time or tell us of your home

Of the life I can recall a faint tinge of guilt

How could I abandon them the house my father built

I’m alone, I’m alone

Severed growth a mortal home

Vagaband won’t you carry on

Vagabond won’t you carry on

I’m alone, I’m alone

Severed growth a mortal home

Vagaband won’t you carry on

Vagabond won’t you carry on

I’m alone, I’m alone

Severed growth a mortal home

Vagaband won’t you carry on

Vagabond won’t you carry on

I’m alone, I’m alone

Severed growth a mortal home

Vagaband won’t you carry on

Vagabond won’t you carry on

The shoes I gave without the soles to some bearded folk

I tipped my cap to Adelaide and hung out the window

Screaming with the ocean’s guide I look to the sun

They’d give anything and everything to do what I had done