The creek's just dusty, cracked, old clay.

Hard baked. Dry. Scorched day on day.

It's been too long, be longer yet.

Lookin' down the rusty wire.

Cattle call. Burning sun.

Creaking windmill brings up some

brackish water, slightly salty.

It doesn't hit the spot

You sow the seed. Tend it well.

Give it time and hope like hell

you can count on mother nature,

'coz you sure can't bank on luck…

Lookin' down the rusty wire.

In time, the rains' do come and growing

shoots of green appear through, showing

life beneath the surface waited for it's chance…

You hope there's not a flood.

Look across the morning dew,

sunshine smiling back at you,

an' you wonder where it went… Time flies

All these years of sweat and pain,

laughter, tears and back again.

Hope, like love, sometimes in vain and yet, you wouldn't trade…

You wouldn't swap for quids

Lookin' down the rusty wire………

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