White Toyota Dreamin'

. Out in the red dirt heart, where the hot wind blows.

Shadows dance like gold when the sun sinks low. Tenant Creek stands

strong like the ironbark tree, where the wild dogs roam

and the dust never leaves. Old June now in Wuppa camp seventy years and

more. She's seen the seasons turn on this ancient shore. White Toyotas rolling,

flashing bright and clean. Government workers arrive, living out the dream.

Big wages in their pockets, fly in fly out crew. But the sun

sets the same, nothing ever new. White Toyota dreamin', under wide blue sky.