There's a wind on the eastern side
ghost gums dance in the moonlit night
mopoke mourns the racketeers
the bosses they can sense your mood
all in place to a hand that rules
they all want to deal you out
I can see the outside world
everything's inviting in the outside world
leaving all my problems in the outside world
It's the summer of another year
a little world weary a little more to fear
hold those cards tight to your chest
maybe someday you could be a man
living quietly in a caravan
not the lismore road tonight
(moginie)