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.