Time For Leaving Big Country

There's an ill wind on the lowlands
A famine in the hills
A rust storm on the northern seas
A dust storm on the skills
Where is the law that holds me
In a grey unpleasant land
I will not dance for the medicine man
With the happy pills at hand

I will pack up my things and go
Head on down to Australia
Just strap on some wings and I'll blow

(Whoa-whoa-oh)
Right here in my time
(Oh-whoa-whoa-oh)
Right here in my mind
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
Right here in my life
(Oh-whoa-whoa-oh)
This is a time for leaving

Whoa-whoa-oh
Oh-whoa-whoa-oh
Whoa-whoa-oh
Oh-whoa-whoa-oh