Friends In High Places

On a mountain stand’s a girl and a boy,

With no worries of money to burn,

Nor fear of time that’s running out,

Though their world it continues to turn.

On a mountain stand’s a girl and her soul,

They smile sweet as they dance on the clouds,

That were so enamoured by union unbound,

Stopped floating and sat on the ground.

On a mountain stand’s a girl and a goat,

And a fish swimming in his own faeces,

All contentedly asking themselves,

How they’d made friends with two different species.

On a mountain stand’s all the above,

And the whole world is standing there with them,

From high on there it all seems so clear,

And life really does have a meaning.