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Hunters & Collectors

Under the Sun

These are easy days but his knees ache in the morning

Mountain water on his skin - his bald head under

Throw the kettle on the stove - the old man's coughing

out the back

Wild mint all around and he still can't get the car

started

Now there's thirty years of dust - he's got a chain

smokers chest

And he said he always knew, well he knew what was best

Now the spirit of the place - is in the lines on the

old man's face

Bailed out back in Bendigo - dreaming again

Well everything that's been is what is still to come

And everything that's done is gonna be done

And there is nothing new under the sun

Now I'm sitting on the back step

Looking at the paddocks all around

Blue mountains far away

Blue sky coming down

I said "Hey can you hear me?

I'm down here, I'm down here looking out

I know ya drivin' around out there somewhere

And I still have to shout!"

Now there's thirty years of dust - he's got a chain

smokers chest

And he said he always knew, he knew what was best

Now the spirit of the place - is in the smile on the

old man's face

Bailed out back in Bendigo - dreaming again

And everything that's been is what is still to come

And everything that's done is gonna be done

And there is nothing new under the sun

Well everything that's been is what is still to come

And everything that's done is gonna be done

And there is nothing new under the sun

Yeh, someone else, someone else is gonna learn

Yeh, someone else is gonna learn