Greenmount Hill Is a direct line to the place where You would always feel at home And though I never lived there I can recall when I would drive Out here every other Sunday And the dogs who’d lose their minds As you pulled into the driveway Now it’s hard to fight the urge shed a tear when I’m passing through… Oh, Greenmount Hill Is a short walk from the Marloo With that old theatre stage Upon which I saw you And when you came down to the city I had one foot in the suburbs And another in your room But our friends knew we were lovers Now it’s still hard to fight the urge to never learn From my own mistakes and live with disregard When we always tried to run From ourselves at every turn I guess I lost the will to stay here in the dark Who runs the show? Who’s in the know? Who feels the earth with every turn? Over time I’d come realise there was so much more to learn How can I muster up the courage to move on, give me a clue and throw away every bittersweet memento that I’ve kept of me and you Up on green mount hill Was a hell I’d never quit Til I gave myself permission That at least I can admit Well you told me once or twice It was cruel how I kept calling Always playing with your mind And so much was left unspoken Neither one one of us would know If we ever had the chance to go back Would it all end up the same? And though I never met your father You would say you wished I had Well I wonder now how much that might've changed? Oh, Greenmount Hill.