So I find myself among

The brave Southsestern hills

Running like a madman on the moor

Let the sweet Atlantic rain

Wash away my youth

The Men-An-Tol shone strangely in the storm

I get the strangest feeling

In the air around

It's more than just a feeling

A different way of seeing

A different kind of life

Something I believe in

But in amongst the city lights

The feeling's not so clean

Faceless signs and neon lights

Hide what I hold dear

It's there to find if you have the mind

And you don't live in fear of it

I rest among what still remains

Of lifes thar passed before

Lighting strikes the top of Zennor Tor

I find myself amazed again

At man's pathetic score

Years of knowledge wasted and ignored