Ghostwriters
Runaway Bay
They're closing down the countrysideGhosts beyond the fibro zoneBushfire summers closing onThe army huts at IngleburnLeave your friends and debts behindLeave your best dress on the lineThere was no boom to buy this timeNo waves to rideWhere once we ran we stand at Runaway BayWhere once were trees is sand at Runaway BayWhere once was forest is wastelandWhere once was good is bad landWhere once we walked we run to Runaway BayI never found the Golden MileBut the red doors of KalgoorlieWere always open wideTo pass some timeTo put me back on lineI worked the Snowy Mountain SchemeI cut the northern Queensland caneI farmed out on the western plainIt's much the sameI'm sleeping under stars tonightSongtexteThere's colors in the sky tonightA hundred voices come to mindTalk to me sometimesWhere once we ran we stand at Runaway BayWhere once were trees is sand at Runaway BayWhere once was forest is wastelandWhere once was good is bad landWhere once we walked we run to Runaway BayWhere once we ran we stand at Runaway BayWhere once were trees is sand at Runaway BayWhere once was forest is wastelandWhere once was good is bad landWhere once we walked we run to Runaway BayI never found the Golden Mile
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