Burnie

Brought up in a world of changes

Part time cleaner in a holiday flat

Stare out to sea at the ships at night

No anaesthesia, I'm gonna work on it day to day

No zephyr no light relief it seems

But maybe it's a dream

I'm lying back in a row of timber cases placed out

On the dock with nightmare faces looking at me

And I can see now, and I wanna be free now

This is my home

This is my sea

Don't paint it with the future, of factories

I want to stay, I feel okay

There's nothing else as perfect

I'll have my way

Brought up in a world of changes

Waste product, pedestrian, limb from limb

Short changed by the surfing priest again

Two children in the harbour

They play their game stormwater drain

Write their contract in the sand, it'll be gray for life

But you can't stop the sun

From shining on and on and getting you there

Tide forever beckons you to leave

But something holds you back

It's not the promise of the swell or a girl

Just a hope that someday someway it'll be okay

So you stop and say

This is my home

This is my sea

Don't paint it with the future of factories

This is my life

this is my right

I'll make it what I want to

I'll stay and I'll fight

(Moginie/Garrett)