The wind was chasing Kookaburras
down on Bacton road
and I was in the Ghostgum
looking for the way back home
eighteen hundred rolled
its satin veil on walkabout
Blackboy-dust was in my eye visibility was not

And I couldn´t even find my billabong
Yes and I couldn´t even find my billabong
The fire was out

As I pushed through the Stonetrees
felt my way the best I could
I´ll naer forget the sight I saw
in the glen by Pommy´s dam
there they stood in plain sight
as the lightning flashed across
their shapes of Art Deco
´stood like monolithic Cords

And I couldn´t even find my billabong
Yes and I couldn´t even find my billabong
The fire was out

As I sit here killing Dreamtime
with my friend from on high
wondering what on earth I´m doing
on the wrong side of her
everything´s so different now
as I sit here in the snow
far away from all I've loved
no hope of going home

And I wish I could find my Billabong
Yes and I wish I could find my Billabong
I'd fire it up
I´d fire it up
I´d fire it up
I´d fire it up