Eighteen Wheels
Words and Music Pat
Drummond
For Paul Hayman and 'The Clipper' and 'The Hamilton Family', Whitton,
Victoria
Dateline: Mildura - Balranald Oct 6th, 2000
A song for all the commercial
drivers who traverse Australia's vast inland distances overnight
and with whom we have shared so many campsites and conversations.
A Brigantine on a coal black
river
racing westward through an arc of light
My faring stretching to the heavens
like a sail of white
I carry cargo from the Port of Melbourne
I set my course upon the Castlereagh
under a starlburst sky tonight
I will sail away
Chorus: Eighteen wheels
I'm like the tide that will never stop turning
twenty four gears
beneath the stars spinning cold and bright
and a heart
I am an engine on fire
roaring through the night
I woke this morning to a wheaten
ocean
my vessel anchored in a roadside bay
Out of the north a wind that bore
the scent of new mown hay
And to the west, a summer storm went dancing
lakes of mallee lashed by golden rain
Was that an eagle or an albatross
that I saw sail away? Chorus.
I am a Captain on the currents
of commerce
swept out on the seas of trade
I am the skipper of a 'double B'
A sailor on an inland sea
from Albany to Arno Bay
from Albury to Adelaide
I will sail my ship away
Seven hours through the sun
bleached sand dunes
Seven hours through the seas of grain
Seven more and I'll be home at last in the harbour again.
Chorus x 3