I drove out at night
and I looked at the sky
it looked like a mountain-range
and all my life felt changed
If we had mountains and hills
and we had climbing skills
we'd be fond of far horizons
and we'd let bygones be bygones
This is a land we didn't know
a new reality on show
you can be free
I can be me
mountain tango
sweet fandango
We could have a better time
we could write superior rhymes
if our landscape wasn't flat
and our minds were not like that
going up and going down
from high village to low town
we might like the world much better
free from nationalism's fetters
refr.
16/6/11
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