A Restlessness Took Hold My Brain
And Questions I Could Not Hold Back
An Orange Monkey On A Chain
On A Bleak Uneven Track

Told Me That To Understand
You Must Travel Back Time
I Took A Plane To A Foreign Land
And Said, I'll Write Down What I Find

Beneath A Mountain's Jagged Shelves
Cloaked With Snow And Shadows Sheer
Plates Tipped Up Upon Themselves
The Pain Of Fifty Million Years

And Mules And Goats Were Running Wild
A Happy Chaos Carried On
And Old Men And The Young Boys Smiled
And Worked Until The Day Was Gone

The Packs Of Sandy-coloured Dogs
Walked Streets That Looked Like Building Sites
But Piles Of Rocks And Dust And Smog
Could Not Block Out A Different Light

When I Returned I Ran To Meet
The Monkey, But His Face Had Changed
He Stood Before Me On Two Feet
The Track Was Now A Motorway