Worried about Fred
A pioneer, he wandered
A patch of dry sand
The lie of the land
Oh, when did I leave the ground?
I sign my name, sign your name
Loops largely the same
Soles of my feet and my toes
Mountainous echoes
Music to measure the ground
Fresh water to wash my eyes
Worried about Fred, bushfires
Wattle boughs hush, hush
Fred lost in the bush
Oh, when did I leave the ground?
Paint the ceremonial
Mobile, silver minimal
A long line when I got it
Stable there, think about it
Oh, when did I leave the ground?
Oh, when did I leave the ground?
