There's a wind on the eastern side   Ghost gums dance in the moonlit night   Mo poke mourns the racketeers      The bosses they can sense your mood   All in place to a hand that rules   They all want to deal you out      I can see the outside world   Everything's inviting in the outside world   Leaving all my problems in the outside world      It's the summer of another year   A little world weary a little more to fear   Hold those cards tight to your chest      Maybe someday you could be a man   Living quietly in a caravan   Not the Lismore road tonight