Pumpkin Soup

I remembered that summer glow
And I thought I'd write to you
I can see through the bay window
And you're making pumpkin soup
Do you remember Bonnie Doon?
When it still had water?
A hot roast in the afternoon
And swimming with your daughter?

The gentle arc of sunlight
Through the kitchen window
Dad restarts the pilot light
Before dinner at the bistro

Concerned about the heatwave
And the approaching thunderstorm
All the clothes I had on
Had been older brother worn

I tipped a boot of Kilcunda sand
On the tea-tree in the dunes
I raised one for that "sunburnt land"
On Bourne Creek trestle bridge

Sorry I kept getting arrested
Who'd have thought I'd be facing court?
When I kicked into that jewellery store
I never thought I'd get caught
And I can't tell you how much I miss you
Although my love is bashful
Pain you were no stranger to
But I was goddamn disgraceful

And now I miss that pumpkin soup
I was the black sheep in the bracken
The ragwort by the stringybark
It feels like a hundred years ago
And I've kept myself out of prison
I've even found a girl I love
And I play music with the best guys
I think I've ever fucking known
And we're really doing things, I wish that you could see us
And bring some of that pumpkin soup, to share with everyone
To share, to share, to share with everyone