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 in time
I took a plane to a foreign land
And said I'll write down what I find
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Beneath a mountain's jagged shelves
Cloaked with snow and shadows sheer
Plates tipped up upon themselves
The pain of 50 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
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
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
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
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