Sweat drips off her face
Mum is making the bread
I guess the wind blows north
He's heading south

My boy will drive the tractor
We'll grow what we eat
It's all about surviving on the farm

Where I live there's no solitude
Even when no one's around
This field has never been blessed
And its magic is still to be found

With no destination
I get my hands on the steering wheel
Suspension isn't great
So dusty road can make it faster
But we'll have to wait
We'll have to wait

To be killed for food for wealth
To some may be a tragedy
It's all about surviving in this life
For you and me

A worker's hand to carry the weight
And dad and I fetch the wood
Mum is in the garden and all is good

With no destination
I get my hands on the steering wheel
Suspension isn't great
So dusty road can make it faster
But we'll have to wait
We'll have to wait