The Orange Monkey

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