From the recording WOODEN MUSIC

in the cold winter predawn on the island the temperature inversion brings the smoke from the woodstove down round the house....black ice on the road....a snapshot

Lyrics

my cards are on the table
my lines are written down
my hands are torn and bleeding
I'm heading in to town

and all the while I'm watching
and waiting for a sign
the night sky full of stardust
the darkness flowing by

and the sweet smell of woodsmoke
comes floating through the air
ah the misty dawn won't find me here
wandering the shoreline

my tyres are breaking gravel
my headlights blazing high
and all the bright-eyed creatures
they watch as I roll by

we chase the mighty dollar
we talk and fuss and fight
and all the while the world she turns
softly through the night