There's always a light in the window Long as trucks stop and billow the air And travel is close to the heart now Steak sandwich with extra to go It's always there in the distance Never been known ever to close Except for Christmas and funerals Hughie's gone and nobody knows Lake George dragnet gave it up at sunset I think it's time yes it's time to call Radar run laugh at the tucker box Bells and horns on the back of beyond General motors hangs like a mobile The old way is now never new And many true hearts are broken Where six lanes run down to the coast Now we don't drive on down past the river Or along the winding slow track Well we're sent like rats on the freeway Windows up and aircon flat chat Hughie's gone and nobody knows Lost to the sound of rain on the river Young at risk like victims they come Running for their life Now we see him at pub's TAB now Wife and kids to the cities have gone And he fishes at dawn on the Richmond Face of granite and blood river stone The ghost of the roadhouse is calling He died with that roadhouse they say And we won't be calling much longer Though a sign a sign still remains Hughie's gone and nobody knows Lost to the sound of rain on the river Young at risk like victims they come Running for their lives