The moon lit the mountains bathed them in light
The patchwork of paddocks spread forth in the night
And whatever it was that had drawn him away
Was forgotten, was gone...
They say there's no place like this place
The very same track will always lead back
To a place where you're known
Perhaps she was right when she said
There's no place like home
It's funny how little things serve to remind
How deep run the feelings for what's left behind
The signs, the fences, the haysheds, the dams
There to welcome, to greet...
They say there's no place like this place
The very same track will always lead back
To a place where you're known
Perhaps she was right when she said
There's no place like home
The silos stood quiet, the main street was dark
The courthouse, the gate and the gun in the park
The copper just cruising, the sawmill, the tip
He'd returned, he was home...
They say there's no place like this place
The very same track will always lead back
To a place where you're known
Perhaps she was right when she said
There's no place like home