from the album: live@home
Why there no pens when I'm writing
Why there no cars where I go
Get to sit right at the back
With our luggage on the rack
Cause you know that where we go, most of us have none
They say we're stealing a white man's country
And we've been trouble all along
But what I would call a place to live
We had to carry our dates of birth
To show to the blue man
Whenever they wanted to know
If by law we're allowed to walk here
Now I'd just like to say
Good evening to the white man
Good evening to the places he may go
Good evening to the white clouds
Good evening to the places it may snow
Good evening to the homeless
Good evening to the places we will go
Good evening to the townships
Good evening to the places it does show