Lyrics

At the end of the Pyrenees Trail
On the back of a sleeping snail
The lighthouse is too lost
Yet Cadaqués awaits

Lying by a seaside pine
Has anyone got the time?
This world don't make no sense
Drowning in its opulence
Stop and smell the plants

Hiking the ravine, no need to be mean
This crevasse could be my last
The past is closing fast for
The last of the moustache

Staring through a lens
Shooting photos with my friends
A story seldom told that never gets old
Not so fast! The moment unfolds

Life is melting away, the disappearing waves
In and out with the tide
This world has got to change
The wind is refreshing the day
From the sun to the shade

Headed back down to the town
No one is around
It's peaceful down below
Within a stone's throw
The urchins like to grow
And deep inside your bones

Is it Don Quixote
On a silly yellow boat
Are we in outer space
Or are you a UFO