This Town I Used to Call Home

Sunrise over desert, ancient canvas
As the Easterly exhales across the sea
It's a broken hallelujah, flinching in amnesia
Fiction playing back as gospel fact

And the miners are picking at the wounds
For fortunes we can no longer afford
Each sacrifice is justified when the price is right
Even when we boom it's but a bust

In this town I used to be from
A place that still thinks itself young
Where Fanny Balbuk mocked the fences
Of occupying oppressors
In this town I used to call home

Barefoot on molten bitumen
The car fills with salt and vinegar to spare
We are bold, we're ingenious; we keep visitors
We're felons with fleeting memories

In this town I used to be from
Baking under unflinching sun
Where Yagan was murdered
A century 'til he rested
In this town I used to call home

In this town I used to be from
Original unceded though it be
Where a statement from the heart
Invites all to play their part
Always was and always will be
The town I used to call home