Mark has rattled that little bone in my head
Blowing strong she’s right on, sweet NZ?
Running around getting our stuff together?
Single wing that flies with out a single feather
?Meeting at the paddock like perfect,
no drugs in me but I feel like an addict

Patches of rock that are sticking out like mange,
no scape dog she’s the beautiful Paeroa range?
Deer and boar they have a home on her true
Her top scrapes then it just cuts into the blue?
Also looks like a giant pushed dirt over a grave,
not sure if I’m fool hardy or brave

Dust is spiralling from the car like a vapour trail,
soon so quiet slip through the air under a sail?
At take off there is always a safety check,
who wants to break and then spiral into the deck?

Standing there I feel the glory of a thermal
We have come to worship at our temple