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 m