I bought a bottle of Creaming Soda
From a woman who called me 'love'
I dropped the change into a guide dog box
By a tray of custard tarts
And the pies from the Maffra bakery
Are famous all over the world
There's a sign that says so on the drinks fridge
Near the picture of a Big M girl
We used to drive down to the weir
Throwing tennis balls in for the dogs to retrieve
While an old man sitting on a camp chair's fishing
Down at the weir wall
There's a bottle of Brandovino
Broken by the spirit of last night's fire
There's a speed boat screaming around Glenmaggie
Dragging kids on a tractor tyre
There's a fly-blown roo on the roadside
There's a cross and a plastic rose
There's a sign that says 'No Shooting'
Riddled with bullet holes
We used to drive down to the weir
Throwing tennis balls in for the dogs to retrieve
While an old man sitting on a camp chair's fishing
Down at the weir wall
Remember that awful drought
When the weir dried up and we took the Fairlane out
Drove across the dried up mud
To the rotten farm house that stood there before the flood
And I wonder how many summers I'd swam
Over that roof not knowing what lies underneath
I wonder how many people there'll be skimming rocks over ghosts
At the places that I used to be
All the rivers run here
Back to the weir
An old man pulls a fishing line in
To see what he hasn't caught
A teenager checks out the girls in the water
Pulling bull-ants from his football shorts
I come here when it's late in the summer
And I can't make sense of it all
I still bring a pie from the bakery
'Cause they're the bloody pies in the world
We used to drive down to the weir
Throwing tennis balls in for the dogs to retrieve
We used to dive into the weir
Down at the weir wall
Down at the weir