When Cook came ashore in that funny hat
He raised the Union Jack and that was that
The flood washed away what the fire destroyed
A collision was coming that we couldn't avoid

On a Brighton beach in amongst the trees
Gordon loaded his gun and set himself free
Under the hood was a big eight he just loved that car
Black and white leather trim like Waylon's guitar

They don't know how I feel they don't know where I've been
They don't know if I'm real they don't know who I've seen
When they come early morning bending street signs
Making me feel ugly and messing with my mind

The hard sun beat down on an occupied land
He had died by that railroad being built by Japan
And when the crying was dry and the sorrow began
Nothing was left but a scar on the land

And in the Antarctic blizzard the hungry dogs cried
In the wind and the white where everything died
Well he needed to be loved so he took a chance
And asked her out to the Saturday night dance

They don't know how I feel they don't know where I've been
They don't know if I'm real they don't know who I've seen
When they come early morning bending street signs
Making me feel ugly and messing with my mind

Six miles out of town on the rail line bend
He ran with a lantern that spelt the gang's end
Just outside of Albury on the borderline
Into New South Wales where he'd spent some time

And when the compass swung east into the rising sun
The troop ship ploughed into World War One
Fourteen miles to the east at the Greta homestead
She sat there mourning the hanging of Ned

They don't know how I feel they don't know where I've been
They don't know if I'm real they don't know who I've seen
When they come early morning bending street signs
Making me feel ugly and messing with my mind