The Walkabouts ( Chris Carla) Life Full Of Holes

A life full of holes and a life full of wind. The devil s dust, it blows through me again. Don t look for me, I ain t easy to find. The Barbary trail is where I ve gone to hide. That s where I go to hide. Me and Reeves walk down to the square. Rings of fire burning everywhere. The pariah dogs and the acrobat kings. I tell Reeves I have to laugh at everything. Always laughed at everything. A life full of holes and a life full of wind. Got a nomad s temper and a shepherd s skin. Got my head in the sun and my feet in the water cool. This life full of holes, it leads me back to you. I m coming back to