«Motorway to Damascus»

Nightfall on the motorway to Damascus
The heavenly angel looked at me
And said well, what's it gonna be?
The long haul, or the shorter way to Damascus?
Choose with care and you will find that one day there will come a time
When the silhouetted ruins of the crumbling cooling towers
Are but ivy-clad reminders of a long-forgotten power
Must the monkeys leave Gibraltar's rock and ravens flee the tower
Before we look and see ourselves for what we really are?

(eu sei que parece Yeats, mas é Neil Hannon)