In the desert in the dry
  Before the breaking of the rain
  The temperature in the shade
  Had reached a hundred and ten again
  
  In the desert in the dry
  On the overland telegraph line
  Don't take the law into your own hands
  Don't go looking for a fight
  
  I've heard the bullroarers
  
  In the deset in the dry
  Sun sits so high
  Long day's mile and the
  Radio crackles and the bones bleached white
  
  It's a knock-em-down storm
  See the tin roof shake
  Wild dog howls and the long grass
  Whistles and the tall trees break
  
  I've seen the wild horses
  I've heard the bullroarers
  I've seen the wild horses
  
  Shifting sand and broken plans
  Lead me on to my homeland