On the road to Damascus a bright light made me blind Choirs of angels sang hymns in my mind But I was surrounded by the sounds of hell And the moment of salvation was just a mortar shell I stumble around in the sandstorm with my hand over my eyes The bodies of the dead feed the bodies of the flies We throw rocks at you and you throw rocks at us And nothing ever changes on the road to Damascus.

I lay down in your house for three days and three nights The scales fell from my eyes and I regained my sight I changed my name and changed my mind and I went on my way But the shells still fell and the desert never changed I stumble around in the sandstorm with my hand over my eyes The bodies of the dead feed the bodies of the flies We throw rocks at you and you throw rocks at us And nothing ever changes on the road to Damascus.

The wind will blow and the sand will shift and cover over the graves Of kings and belly dancers, of sultans and slaves On the road to Damascus the blossom grows in spring But you must hide from the heat that summer will bring I stumble around in the sandstorm with my hand over my eyes The bodies of the dead feed the bodies of the flies We throw rocks at you and you throw rocks at us And nothing ever changes on the road to Damascus.

You could hear the sea when the ravens stop singing but that day the low cloud deadened everything she climbed to see the view and a week later the helicopter flew and the river was trawled just below Rebecca Falls.

And now the detective scans the plain, watches the lovers walk in the rain searching for a fox in his castle of green, asking the suspect where he's been

he says he was home but he can't be sure someone had seen him out on the moorwhere the law creeps and death walks tall on the climb to Rebecca Falls.

And the wind is moaning somebody's name and the fox is saying he's not to blame girls disappear all of the time, there's nothing to say there's been a crime where is the body, where is this girl? Its just shadows and noises in your little worldand high above the raven calls on the climb to Rebecca Falls.

And the windows rattle and Kathy's ghost whispers secrets to her foxy host the detective strains to hear them both and can't tell her love from his oath Venus' train was all he could glean but he has no idea who that could mean and he tried to listen but heard nothing at all on the climb to Rebecca Falls.

So he pulled his hat down over his eyes and pushed his way into the rainy night the mud at his feet dragged him down on his way to the nearest town but the quagmire bound him and held him fast and Death walked with him through his past where the moon's too big and the sun's too small on the climb to Rebecca Falls.

Queen Mab and her court attended the dance and flashed on the peripheryhis glance and the sodden clothes weighed him down so he stripped them 

off and was raised from the ground by the ghostly crew and the spirits released and the wild moor cannot be policed where age runs away and time crawls on the climb to Rebecca Falls.

And it was some months later they found the girl's remains and they drew their conclusions from the tatters and stains but no one looked and no one found the detective lying in the boggy ground

and no one ever asked about he castle of green and no one ever asked if the fox had been seen

now sometimes tourists climb over broken down walls on the climb to Rebecca Falls.