Road Trippin' Testo

Ripping down a track in my old Troopy
Wildflowers blooming with the smell of the sea
Road tripping
Skeletons on the Tanami
Rusty car bodies never made the grind
Road tripping
Hole in your stomach for the ones you love
Shoulda coulda done more never seems enough
Road tripping
Hills rising up from the big old plains Like the belly of a woman who will procreate
Road tripping

Brolga and the jabiru
Little thorny devil and the kangaroo
Road tripping
Red-tailed blacks with their ancient cry
Gotten us through from day to night
Road tripping
Catching silty grinner with a block of cheese
In this old billabong beneath these melaleuca trees
Road tripping
And everybody's watching for the saltwater croc
Has always been, will always be the boss
Road tripping

Balanda chasing barramundi
And there's Arny with a handline pulling up a feed
Road tripping
Paintings in the caves from a time before When all country was sacred, not a stone unturned
Road tripping
Eating red dirt as the sun goes down
Feeling life can't touch, can't catch you now
Road tripping
Colors in the sky you've never seen before
Being cleansed by the waters of an ancient gorge
Road tripping

And I'm sorry to you for the things that I do
And I love you more with every shimmering moon
Hand in hand with our feet in the sand
And all that I want here is you

Smiley faced kids in communities
Heart on their sleeve and their own two feet
Road tripping
Chewing on the flowers of a boab tree
Trying hard to imagine all the life they've seen
Road tripping
Walking barefoot through the spinifex
Amazed by the tucker in the red desert
Road tripping
Sun going down over Uluru
Sucking honey from the flowers as we're gathering wood
Road tripping

Wedge-tailed eagle and the whistling kite
On the long road east with home on the mind
Road tripping
And everything is equal in this sacred land
Every plant, every animal, your own two hands
Road tripping
Heading back home to the cattle dogs
To the seasons on the river and the ones we love
Road tripping
And we carry the spirit of this old country
Her wisdom in her hearts and her sweet memories
Road tripping

And I'm sorry to you for the things that I do
And I love you more with every shimmering moon
Hand in hand with our feet in the sand
And all that I want here is you
Yes all that I want here is you