There's a man on the mountain

Who hides himself away

A voice on the wind there

Is telling him to stay

He knows on the outside

The world has looked away

From that night in the valley 

When they took them all away



Now the rock of ages

Has broken at his feet

The history of centuries

Lies scattered down the street 

The houses are all empty now

Left broken there to die 

The children's playground

Burned and gone 

With no-one left to cry



Can you hear it

Can you hear the sound of voices 

Carried on the wind



He dorwned himself in sorrow

And he dorwned himself in drink

He dorwned himself in self-pity 

Until it made him sick 

He knew he was no master 

Just a slave to himself 

To the voices that have tortured him

That he'll take to his grave 



Can you hear it 

Can you hear the sound of voices 

Carried on the wind 



Time passes slowly

Sometimes he's at a loss 

And he wishes he could change it all

But you can't turn back the clock 

So he picks up the broken pieces 

Of that so sacred rock

And he takes them to a safer place

Where they'll be forever lost.