Throughout my life, in things that matter
I notice there has been a pattern
Of living every stage at its twilight hour
When you couldn’t possibly have asked for more
It started with my birth in Devon
On an oldeworde farm, not far from Heaven
Where methods had not changed in the longest time
And where mechanisation was still considered a crime
Although I was too young to comprehend its state
Life there was changing right beneath my nose, and Fate
Was working to ensure that in a matter of years
Those age-old charms and country ways would disappear
The same it was in the case of school
Where we were still being taught the golden rules
For healthy living on the straight and narrow
With respect for knowledge, tradition.. and tomorrow
Next in line came Iran
To where my family moved at the finest time
And where a gorgeous country with an amazing past
Was living a life that could never last
Despite the steadfast progress the Shah had made
In spite of all the plans and infrastructures laid
Primitive forces at work in the shadows
Would soon send the flower of Iran to the gallows
I came next to Seychelles at a time in its history
When the air was still filled with fairy-like mystery
Such an impossible paradise, untouched and pristine
A place for the soul to soar and the heart to dream
Yet that, as well, has not lasted long
Increasingly, we are singing a different song
The outside world is making its mark
In some ways leading us from the light to the dark
Life is dynamic and full of revolution
And there can be no stopping the path of evolution
But there’s much that’s happening that should be ringing a knell
Because it’s likely we’re on some Highway to Hell.
