Phaeleh - Plateau lyrics

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand To beautify the foothills and shake the many handsThere's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got wordsWhen you're finished with the mop then you can stop And look at what you've done The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen And the work it took was funWell the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau Some said it was Greenland and some say Mexico Others decided in was nowhere except for where they stood But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could