They're closing down the countryside
Ghosts beyond the fibro zone
Bushfire summers closing on
The army huts at Ingleburn
Leave your friends and debts behind
Leave your best dress on the line
There was no boom to buy this time
No waves to ride
Where once we ran we stand at Runaway Bay
Where once were trees is sand at Runaway Bay
Where once was forest is wasteland
Where once was good is bad land
Where once we walked we run to Runaway Bay
I never found the Golden Mile
But the red doors of Kalgoorlie
Were always open wide
To pass some time
To put me back on line
I worked the Snowy Mountain Scheme
I cut the northern Queensland cane
I farmed out on the western plain
It's much the same
I'm sleeping under stars tonight
There's colors in the sky tonight
A hundred voices come to mind
Talk to me sometimes
Where once we ran we stand at Runaway Bay
Where once were trees is sand at Runaway Bay
Where once was forest is wasteland
Where once was good is bad land
Where once we walked we run to Runaway Bay
Where once we ran we stand at Runaway Bay
Where once were trees is sand at Runaway Bay
Where once was forest is wasteland
Where once was good is bad land
Where once we walked we run to Runaway Bay
I never found the Golden Mile