SO MANY PATHS 

WRITERS GLENN SHORROCK, I. JONES



The atmosphere is electric and the minds are on the move, they all know where they're going but no one is too sure, I've heard a lot of talking, I've nearly drowned in their words, and my heart is full of answers just as the sky is full of birds. There are so many paths up the mountain, nobody knows all the ways, there are so many paths up the mountain, and the view from the top is still the same. If you should stumble and fall down, people don't know what to do, pretend that they didn't notice, they'll sidestep and walk around you, don't let it be your worry, no, no don't let it get you concerned, you've got to move on in your own direction, forget what you ever learned. There are so many paths up the mountain, nobody knows all the ways, there are so many paths up the mountain, and the view from the top is still the same. Angry voices from the shadows, in the valley, the sun don't shine, make your mind up which way you're going, there are ooh so many paths. Solo There are so many paths up the mountain, nobody knows all the ways, there are so many paths up the mountain, and the view from the top is still the same. Mmm yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ... is still the same, the view from the top is still the same, where ever you look, it's still the same, still the same, still the same ...