Under the Sun

I went out one morning, I stood on the shoreline again

Maybe I was dreaming as the light came streaming in

Memory and rhyme bringing back the time

Everything under the sun

Leaving South Fremantle in a Falcon panel van

We were smoking Marlboro, always singing Barbara Ann

Spinning out our dreams, making up our schemes

All day long under the sun

I can see them all so clearly now they're gone

They're flying, they're dying one by one

We were microscopic, swarming in the honey sun

We thought we were endless, couldn't see our friendship undone

Colorful and strange, a kind of life endangered

On the turn under the sun