I’m waiting for the doors to open
At Lake George sailing club
I know that it can’t happen
‘Cause the water’s all gone, down the plug
Water ebbs, water flows
First people called it Weereewa
No water here fit to drink
Moving windows on the freeway open
To discard all but the kitchen sink
Water ebbs, water flows
Where it goes no one knows
Adrift on the shore
I’m still sailing
Still sailing
I’m still sailing on Lake George
In ’33 they tried to lure
The Blue Bird from Daytona Sands
But the water rose again
And cruelled Sir Malcolm Campbell’s record plans
Water ebbs, water flows
Wind turbines beating slowly
Moving air on the farther shore
The yachts have all gone home
Merinos walking single file, newly shorn
Water ebbs, water flows
Where it goes no one knows
Adrift on the shore
I’m still sailing
Still sailing
I’m still sailing on Lake George