On my way to the cliff I met an old man Tall, smart, pretty bright a real gentleman We shared a few words, well, deep thoughts in fact And suddenly rang a bell when he put his hand on mine I followed his look, staring at the horizon Where I could nearly read his past and story line As the sun was turning the sea into a blank mirror of lights Voices coming from the sky were telling me to dive Or maybe the cotton clouds convincing me that I could fly But in my old man's hands, and in my old man's arms I could finally find my feet digging in the ground But in my old man's eyes and in my old man's voice I could finally understand that my whole life had just started When the rain pretends to be made of tears And the wind whispers that life is a lie If you find the strength to climb up to the top of the hill Then you have the power to start a new life relieved