Indian Pacific

From coast to coast by night and day, hear the clicking of the wheels
The humming of the diesel on her ribbons of steel
Carrying the memories of a nation built by hand
See the Indian Pacific span the land

She's the pride of all the railway men 'cross country where she flies
From the blue Pacific waters to where the mountains rise
By lakes and wide brown rivers, through desert country dry
See the Indian Pacific passing by

Oh the Indian Pacific she goes rolling down the track
Five thousand miles to travel before she's there and back

Beside the line, a drover waves his battered old grey hat
And kids are catching yabbies down by the river flat
And a woman hangs her washing in a backyard near the line
As the Indian Pacific's rolling by

Hear the whistle blowing lonely 'neath the Nullabor star light
Saluting those who walk across the track she romps tonight
Calling to the railway camp and the fettlers on the line
I'm the Indian Pacific, right on time

From the silver of the Broken Hill to old Kalgoorlie gold
She mirrors all the colours of the land so hard and old
Then the western clouds are blooming and the air is just like wine
And the Indian Pacific's making time

Oh the Indian Pacific she goes rolling down the track
Five thousand miles to travel before she's there and back

From the waters of the western sea to the eastern ocean sand
The Indian Pacific spans the land
Oh the Indian Pacific spans the land