Nirvana Plateau Lyrics

Plateau Lyrics

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateauSome belong to strangers
and some to folks you knowHoly ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the
sandTo beautify the foothills and shake the many hands
The nothing on the top but a bucket and a mopAnd an illustrated book about
birdsYou see a lot up there but don't be scaredWho needs action when you got
words
When you've finished with the mop then you can stopAnd look at what you've
doneThe plateau's clean, no dirt to be seenAnd the work it took was fun
Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateauSome said it was
in Greenland and some in MexicoSome decided it was nowhere except for where
they stoodBut they were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could