He
He's not there
You know it's Kennedy's shadow
>From White Cross to Michigan
ATM's in the air
Oh yeah machines they are spinning out everywhere
The speaker is
speaking
Can you hear the sound
The listener is listening as he hits the ground
The
medium or the message but there's no one around
CHORUS
I couldn't believe the stars
of Warburton
Were waiting for me
We were dancing
We were dancing on the
plain
Were looking through the window
don't see any buffalo there
We got out pipe
dreams
They went up in smoke dreams
Burn it clean in the climate control
Of your
hypermart malls
Don't want to talk about Elvis Presley
Don't want to see his white shoes
walkin' around and
Around and around and around over here
The press baron's acting up the
mainframes are down
The newspaper's crawling around on the ground
The medium or the
message
Still there's no one around
CHORUS
Over the hills and mountains
we go
So far so far away
For the ring of the axe on the ironbark
For the smell of the
wallaby stew
>From the golden reefs to the sandstone cliffs
Came the sheep pens of the
mallee plain
The wind blew the soul to the Orient
We'll be shouting to the skies
again
