The Orange Monkey (Demo)

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 So I took a plane to a foreign land And began a strange and distant climb I met a tribe based in the south Where people lived by different law Although their living was hand to mouth The poor seemed rich and rich seemed poor And mules and chimps were running wild A happy chaos carried on And old men and the young boys smiled And worked until the day was gone And packs of sandy-coloured dogs Roamed 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 up right upon the street The track was now a motorway The track was now a motorway