Red sand for miles and miles
And saltbush somewhat blue
Tasteless Spinifex of gold and green
Waterless outback hue

An old commodore struck down
By outback mystery woes
And a driver pushing the limit
Where no water ever flows

Rusted registration plate
A car that no-one owns
No missing persons report
No search for nearby bones

Termite mounds a city beyond
Where a body just may lie
And dingoes dominate the soundwaves
With an eerie outback cry