Time kills the taste for life
Time flings us all off the roller coaster of youth
Dumps us in adult strife, saves our life.
Unburied, six feet down and 5-miles high.
We pass over the mountains of the rising sun
in quantum leaps the sun rises from the sea
sky burns, rain falls, days pass.
In the distance the sun fades
into a ball above the horizon.
Jesus saves.
We keep on, going and going. We never look back
At the blue mountains, as the sun turns red behind us,
The sky is crying, as shadows cast a pall over the future-past.
We throw away all we have: ambitions, money, children, fears, years.
Fires lit in the darkness, the music tunes itself in and times pass.
Telepathy breaks the cruel circuit of tears
as we sing of the journey
through the mountains of the mind
into the heart of it all.
Come! rise above the horizon
keep on going and going.
The sun will rise for a final time, from the sea of ​​days,
As the sky above us begins to burn and cry
We seek sanctuary in these unfortunate mountains.