Stolen

It’s like the wild west in our backyard
while they were smiling holding hands you caught them off guard
watch them sing slow their spirits charred
now they drain the blood and oil from their backyard
He was 21 and he’d never seen the wide open skies near alice springs
she was 17 and didn’t know if her mother was alive or gone
and I watched you walk home that summers eve
and you could see the dust storms turn from the end of our street
Only time will protest the meaning of their ancient place as the modern age is
dreaming of
a way to take the words that are leaking out of the mouths of the people that
are speaking out
she was 35 and didn’t know there was a problem at all
and I watched you walk home that summers eve
and you could see the dust storms turn from the end of our street
and I watched a generation burn like it was on TV
and you are giving them their peace as the sun turns red and this plane flies
east
and I watched you walk home that summers eve
and you could see the dust storms turn from the end of our street