Mutton Birds Too Close To The Sun
(Words: Don McGlashan - Music: David Long/Don McGlashan) It's so dry here One spark and the whole place could go up I think I'll stop and get a drink here Something like the picture on the poster I saw a few miles back A green can on a nest of ice Like the egg of some Antarctic bird And I've seen this town in a dream I was running away >From something that I didn't want to see It was a day like today I watched the sky melt over Highway One And I felt too close to the sun Neighbour of mine Got out of his car somewhere down country in weather like this Just disappeared Left the engine running Police came to talk to his wife I watched them from my window She was shaking her head The cops were standing, with their big hands hanging down And I've seen this town in a dream I was running away >From something that I didn't want to see It was a day like today I watched the sky melt over Highway One And I felt too close to the sun Who's that yonder dressed in white? (An old man kneeling on the bowling green Shiny with gin and brilliantine) He might as well have stepped from a satellite (Looks at me and gets up slowly Smiles and waves as if he knows me) And I've seen this town in a dream I was running away >From something that I didn't want to see It was a day like today I watched the sky melt over Highway One And I felt too close to the sun Too close to the sun
