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