Drover

The real people went away

But I'll find a better way, someday

Leaving only me and my dreams

My cattle and a resonator



I drove all the beast down right under your nose

Lumbering footloose power

The bull and the rose

Don't touch them, don't try to hurt them

My cattle



I drove them by the crops and thought the crops were lost

I consoled myself with rudimentary thoughts

And I set my watch against the city clock

It was way off



Yet one thing about this wild, wild country

It takes a strong, strong

It breaks a strong, strong mind

Yeah one thing about this wild, wild country

It takes a strong, strong

It breaks a strong, strong mind



And anything less, anything less

Makes me feel like I'm wasting my time



But the pain and frustration, is not mine

It belongs to the cattle, through the valley



And when my cattle turns on me

I was knocked back flat

I was knocked out cold for one clack of the train track

Then I rose a colossal hand buried, buried in sand

I rose like a drover

For I am in the end the drover

A drover by trade

When my cattle turns on me

I am a drover, double fold



My cattle bears it all the way for me and everyone

One, one, one, one, one, one ...



Yeah one thing about this wild, wild country

It takes a strong, strong

It breaks a strong, strong mind

And anything less, anything less

Makes me feel like I'm wasting my time