At the top of my farm
Next to the gate
Next to the state park
Next to the road
There's a view
Man what a view, maybe 200 km
left and right
Down the valley across the plain
To Mr Mount Baw Baw on the other side
As far as the eye can see
People bike and stop
Cars stop to stare
They bring there lunch
Their drinks and cameras
And look and look and look
And then they go
To blow leaves off their driveway
I go I go
I go and pick up the empty cans
Paper bags and plastic takeaway containers
Condoms
All chucked over my fence
Into the sheep yards
Lovely people I'm sure
They look and look and look
But they just don't see
