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The wind out here's like a cross-cut saw, the land is red and greenThe summer sun's hanging in a pale blue sky, the air is sharp and cleanThere's a frozen moment in waving grain, food for a hungry worldBut we can't clothe ourselves with the check, we can barely feed ourselvesAt night I lie awake and worry and the debts go round and roundFurrows in my night time forehead,And furrows on borrowed groundThere's and old galv shed with a laughing lean, it's kept the tractor dryI remember the day when we knocked it up with stringy bark and fencing wireThe earthen floor's been beaten hard, where the rain hasn't cut a pathI'm frightened to look because I'm beaten too and the mice run through the chaffAnd I lie on my bed, staring into the red And the overdraft won't come downAnd it's hard work keeping your family together,Living on borrowed groundAnd I don't blame your brother, son, for moving into townIt's no place here for a bright young man,Living on borrowed ground.And I watch all the programs on the ABC, After the sun's gone downLucy Broad's talking on "Countrywide",SongtexteTalking about borrowed ground.We don't own this place anymore and I don't know how or why.There's some money-men coming from Sydney who tell me it's only a matter or time.Well, I hope they can read the seasons and they're not here just to muck aroundCause they've still got to feed a nation, They've got to feed them from borrowed ground. Aus Songtexte Mania