On Box Hill

Lying back in the waterless & spiky grass

Looking up at the fluffy clouds seem closer now

Looking down through the tumbling grass to the line of trees

All the cars on the Gulldford Road are just a murmur now

Foot-worn paths like white-washed dreams run down the hill

Red kite waving so frantically in the bluey sky

Family with a little girl in a blowy dress

She crouches down to pick a flower then dances on

Bah bah...

Right up here I'm far away from everything

Right up here there's nothing that can touch me now

The only thing that stabs my back is spiky grass

The only thing that makes me fall is liberty

Bah bah...

On box hill

..standstill

On box hill

Here until