many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
some belong to strangers and some to folks you know
holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
to 
Dogs Are Talking lyrics

(R. Brewster-Neeson-Spencer-Eccles-Hilbun)
There comes a time in a y
beautify the foothills and shake the many hands
there's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
and an illustrated book about birds
you see a lot up there but don't be scared
who needs action when y
Breezes Of Patchulie lyrics

The long gone breezes are blowing down the sky.
>From my window to t
ou got words
when you're finished with the mop then you can stop
and look at what you've done
the plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
and the work it took was fun
well the many hands began to scan aro
Time lyrics

Time, why you punish me? 
Like a wave bashing into the shore 
You wash away my dreams. 
und for the next plateau
some said it was in greenland and some in mexico
some decided it was nowhere except for where they stood
but they were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could