They took the man from out of town
They won't believe his alibi
And on that day the sky fell down
I swear I heard that young boy cry
In your eyes I never will be
I'm strange and peculiar.
The feeling cuts me like a knife
The rains came late again this year
The crops won't grow without the sun
It's better there than over here
When will Dreamtime come?
In your eyes I never will be
I'm strange and peculiar.
The feeling cuts me like a knife
Can't you see if I'm worth having