On approaching
The foothills
Driving lazy eights
Around the neighborhood
All dizzy from the heights
And giddy
From oxygen
From oxygen
We stormed into a chapel
To escape the coming rains
And dark anvil skies
Surprising
All the congregation
And laughing
Out loud
At the priest
And we take our departure
Through the back of the temple
And later on the headland
Still giddy
From the altar wine
From the altar wine
Still dizzy
From the heights
And giddy
From oxygen
From oxygen