Where the past meets the present we hand in hand, Barefoot and kings of our land, The souls of my forefathers through my veins as I watch the sun sink these ancestral plains. in the outback--forgotten by time, Lie the fragile remains of a world was mine. What money could not strong chose to steal, To them power and were all that was real. Then into slavery (iron-ore digger), I am your lacky--your 'nigger.' Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps all of us touched by his hand, He's the last grain of left unspoilt by our games--so tread soft in his and whisper his name. A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all remains of the past, A DREAMTIME 'missing link' holds the chain fast. Watch us the dark fantastic--silhouettes against the sky, Bodies bathed in starlit twilight--high above our fly. Every picture a tale of hidden wisdom they have found, Man is just a part of the other way around. This 'savage' rule without thrones, And by inherit things we'll never own. progress encroaches--the last of their kind still reach from bodies with prehensile minds. We of the wilderness--unchained and free, Cast our to fly with the birds through the trees. (See a bloodline that extends Genesis to fiery end). Over and billabong astral forms soar-- 'Til the therms of our passion can us no more. (Its shadow upon the land still undefiled by human hand). what you search for is already mine. Awaken the neo-neanderthal man sleeps within all of us touched by his hand, He's the grain of hope left unspoilt by our games--so tread soft in his and whisper his name. A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all that of the past, A WALKABOUT--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast. As you in concrete boxes--sheltered from the light of day, Pause a (stop and wonder)--who's most savage you or they? Every picture tells a of hidden wisdom they have found, Man is just a part of nature--not the way around.