Songline

You've gotta be a man
Straight out from the 18th Century
You tried to prove that the world was flat
When you turned your back on me

A good walker leaves no tracks
And is crystal in his gaze
I know the face that's looking down
From a town back in a day

We come from a long line
Part of a songline

Let us sing out on the wire
Let it shiver in the trees
Out across the open space
Is where the music sets you free

Help me spread the message, baby
That's inside of you and me

We come from a long line
Part of a songline

All those things
That I left behind
All those things
That I left behind

They were never mine
Found(?) a trace of everything
On the bank that the river pierced
And like a heavenly body, baby
Let it shine, come show your bliss

You come from a long line
I see it in your own eyes
You're part of your own time
I'm part of your songline

All those things that I left behind
All those things that I left behind
All from a songline