I remembered that summer glow And I thought I'd write to you I can see through the bay window And you're making pumpkin soup Do you remember Bonnie Doon? When it still had water? A hot roast in the afternoon And swimming with your daughter? The gentle arc of sunlight Through the kitchen window Dad restarts the pilot light Before dinner at the bistro Concerned about the heatwave And the approaching thunderstorm All the clothes I had on Had been older brother worn I tipped a boot of Kilcunda sand On the tea-tree in the dunes I raised one for that "sunburnt land" On Bourne Creek trestle bridge Sorry I kept getting arrested Who'd have thought I'd be facing court? When I kicked into that jewellery store I never thought I'd get caught And I can't tell you how much I miss you Although my love is bashful Pain you were no stranger to But I was goddamn disgraceful And now I miss that pumpkin soup I was the black sheep in the bracken The ragwort by the stringybark It feels like a hundred years ago And I've kept myself out of prison I've even found a girl I love And I play music with the best guys I think I've ever fucking known And we're really doing things, I wish that you could see us And bring some of that pumpkin soup, to share with everyone To share, to share, to share with everyone