Out beyond the setting sun. Where the wild rivers run

To the oceans from the source of their supply 

There is a place that I belong. Where I can hear my song

Where the melodies and memories are one. 

The smell of eucalyptus and woodsmoke in the rain; 

The nicotine and kerosene, that still drift in my veins. 

I came from a place beyond.

And to this place I belong.