Burning Midnight Oil

Riding around outside the edges of town I watch the mist rising off of the water Beautiful sight as all the birds take to flight Leave me standing in awe at the border Thoughts they surge and these fears always breed when I'm alone Fight the urge to - to put them all down inside the phone Despite what's been shown And there are times - there are times - when I feel enveloped by it all There are times when he feels enveloped And there are times - there are times- when I think that I'm in Midnight Oil There are times when he thinks that he's in Midnight As I pick myself up from a fall And I strut the stage defiant and tall Yet through the sounds, I can feel a reason for it all Driving around the streets of old country towns Feel the weight lifting off of my heart Away from the race to gain position and place Among the dried up and broken I start To fight the urge to release all this anger that has grown Thoughts they surge and I shout it out in one big moan In words not my own And there are times -there are times - when I feel bewildered by it all There are times when he feels bewildered And there are times -there are times - when I dance like I'm in Midnight Oil There are times when he dances like he's in Midnight - And there are times when I just have a spray As my hands go all electric and splay And through the tunes I can find a reason for the toil With windows wide open and stereo Thumping and pumping it out at full bore You sing in a moment unguarded And feel your soul's started to lift up and soar Attuned to the situation as the darkness inside Makes a mass migration away Away to some town off the map Where you don't give a crap You don't feed it no more Riding around outside the edges of town I watch the mist rising off of the water