From coast to coast by night and day, hear the clickin' of the wheels

The hummin' of the diesel, of her ribbons of steel

Carryin' the memories of a nation built by hand

See the Indian Pacific span the land



She's the pride of all the railway men 'cross country where she flies

From blue Pacific waters to where the mountains rise

By lakes and wide brown rivers, through desert country dry

See the Indian Pacific passin' by



Oh the Indian Pacific she goes rollin' down the track

Five thousand miles to travel before she's there and back

Beside the line, a drover waves his battered old grey hat

And kids are catchin' yabbies down by the river flat

And a woman hangs her washing in a backyard near the line

As the Indian Pacific's rollin' by



Hear the whistle blowin' lonely 'neath the Nullabor star light

Saluting those who walk across the track she romps tonight

Callin' to the railway camp and the fitters on the line

I'm the Indian Pacific, right on time



From the silver of the Broken Hill to old Kalgoorlie gold

She mirrors all the colours of the land so hot and old

Then the western clouds are blooming and the air is just like wine

And the Indian Pacific's makin' time



Oh the Indian Pacific she goes rollin' down the track

Five thousand miles to travel before she's there and back

From the waters of the western sea to the eastern ocean sand

The Indian Pacific spans the land

Oh the Indian Pacific spans the land