[ Featuring Josh Cunningham ]
I can see the distant high beams of a road train on the track
But it's so faraway that I don't hear a sound
Just the crackling of the twigs upon the coals of my campfire
My little dog and me and no one else around
Just shy of Weaner Creek we stopped and set up for the night
Made a fire of coals beside a boab tree
The rusty ridge behind was glowing in the final rays of light
As I baked some spuds and brewed a pot of tea
On the track (on the track) on the trail
I'm itching like a hobo when he hears that whistle wail
On the trail (on the trail) on the track
I'm driven like a bullock with the stock whip on his back
I've been waylaid unpaid mislaid forbade betrayed dismayed delayed derailed blackmailed curtailed femaled stuck in a bogswamp quagmire quicksand pindan barbed wire flat tyre bushfire desire
Once or twice I might have even failed
But now I'm on the track I'm on the trail
Later on my songs were hitching to the smoke as it was drifting
Rising high into the heavens up above
A gift of gratitude and wonder for the spell that I was under
Made me serenade this country that I love
On the track (on the track) on the trail
I'm itching like a hobo when he hears that whistle wail
On the trail (on the trail) on the track
I'm driven like a bullock with the stock whip on his back
I've been waylaid unpaid mislaid forbade betrayed dismayed delayed derailed blackmailed curtailed femaled stuck in a bogswamp quagmire quicksand pindan barbed wire flat tyre bushfire desire
Once or twice I might have even failed
But now I'm on the track I'm on the trail
There's a magic and a mystery to this land that gets you quickly
Then eludes you as it slips right through your grasp
You can touch it in a song or a poem or a yarn
But you'll never catch it in a photograph
But when it gets its hooks into ya
You'll be singing hallelujah
Underneath a sky of diamonds deep and wide
And when the sun breaks the horizon
It could feel like a baptizin'
As you watch in wonder by a riverside
On the track (on the track), on the trail
I'm itching like a hobo when he hears that whistle wail
On the trail (on the trail), on the track
I'm driven like a bullock with the stock whip on his back
I've been waylaid unpaid mislaid forbade betrayed dismayed delayed derailed blackmailed curtailed femaled stuck in a bogswamp quagmire quicksand pindan barbed wire flat tyre bushfire desire
Once or twice I might have even failed
But now I'm on the track I'm on the trail
Now I'm on the track I'm on the trail
Now I'm on the track I'm on the
Never turning back I'll wander
With a heart that's full of wonder
Keep myself from going under
Still maybe a time or two I'll fail
But now I'm in the track I'm on the trail
