Warm wind
Weather of wonder
Awash with a wealth
Of wisdom and weaving the womb of the world
Wise waters
Waves whirling with whitewash
Waiting for wanderers
Who're wasting their wrath on a wake and a will
Why did we wage a war
The writing was on the wall
Woods were worn out their wings worse for wear
Wrecking the wagon's wheel
Waving while losing our way
And then weaselling out wounded and wrong
Wide open windows
Into the wilderness
Wombats and wallabies and
Worms, wales and wagtails all withering away
When will we worry
Beyond work weeks and wages
Whatever we'll wing it
While wittily waltzing with whiskey and wine
Why did we wage a war
The writing was on the wall
Woods were worn out, their wings worse for wear
Wrecking the wagon's wheel
Waving while losing our way
And then weaselling out wounded and wrong
Weeping and wailing
Weary and woebegone
Weakly now wishing that we'd been warned
By the warm wind