Summer Moon - Cold Chisel

Driving the nightshift again

Driving the nightshift again

The times I’ve rolled this line, this same old

Long headed East double lane

Driving these nightshifted eyes

Driving these nightshifted eyes

To light my way from midnight out to Hay

There’s big summer moon on the rise

Puts me in a mind, of once upon a time

A hall above the beach when I was young, it was

Too many years, too far behind

Old piano, saxophone and drum

And hanging out over the sea

That same summer moon laid for me

A road of light on out into the night

A highway to where I could be

If ever I can find that innocence of mind

The wonder in that younger set of eyes

I’ll get it on the road, the rhythm of the line

The wheeling of the desert where it flies

Come on roll up that line baby roll

Light up these nightshifted eyes

Speed my way from midnight out to Hay

Big summer moon on the rise

Speed my way from midnight out to Hay

Big summer moon on the rise