Teksty: Robert Forster. Warm Nights.

Hear the bugs biting down to the seed
Hear the dopers tripping on their weed
I can't prove anything
I can't prove a damn thing
Because here I am a night's sky
Here I am and I feel alright
Deep in clover warm nights

People walking a trickle of sweat
Hope to be where they haven't got to yet
And sometimes things change
And sometimes things change
And here I am a night's sky
Here I am feel alright
Deep in clover warm nights

See a bus Jesus on its side
Hand written two feet wide
I won't move not now
I won't move not now
Because here I am a turning tide
Here I am and I feel alright
Deep in clover warm nights
And here I am warm nights