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