Going out bush in the Western Australian desert in the old Ute,
As the dust flies up in my face,
Seeing all the wartup tracks along the way traveling in their burrows after a feed,
Then we halt and we set up camp.
As I lay in my swag seeing all the twinkling glistening stars,
Prancing in the sky,
As the owls fly around looking for a meal.
Then I start drifting asleep to the
Crackling of the fire and the hooting of the owls,
I am at peace.