Lying back in the waterless & spiky grass  Looking up at the fluffy clouds seem closer now  Looking down through the tumbling grass to the line of trees  All the cars on the Gulldford Road are just a murmur now    Foot-worn paths like white-washed dreams run down the hill  Red kite waving so frantically in the bluey sky  Family with a little girl in a blowy dress  She crouches down to pick a flower then dances on    Bah bah...    Right up here I'm far away from everything  Right up here there's nothing that can touch me now  The only thing that stabs my back is spiky grass  The only thing that makes me fall is liberty    Bah bah...  On box hill  ..standstill  On box hill  Here until