doubled in numbernover just these past few yearsnnumbers arisenfuture become crystal clearndoubtless, hopefullnlook at where we’ve come to herennwhen the future is a mammoth in a noose hatnrunning through the rain in a babylon suit jacketnbabylon come and we’ll run run run awaynnstrait as an arrownin the airnbullet fast arrownwhirring whizzing on a darenstriking, shockingnshooting through the heartnof what the world needs deadnnsaturday, what a lovely daynrunning out of time on a saturdaynwhat a lovely daynni feel the years and the moneyntrying to rake their fingers into menno i wont let you make me like younnin the past began ascensionnnow i’m here half up the mountiannshould i fall will someone catch me,nor will i go tumbling down like boulders?nnyes, i’m tired, i’m so much oldernsometimes i think i’d like to set down my packnsit on a rock, stare out away nfor the rest of my daysnbecome the cloudsnbut i set out to climb this mountainnand no i wont let you make me like you