When I was young I lived atop a mountain oh so high
It was built of ivory bricks and glass and towered in the sky
I lived above my brother and beside my father too
But they hardly ever saw me as I hung out on the roof
And I looked out on the city and the taxi cabs below
I would cherish that I had this little place to call my own
Well I thought I knew the future of the mountains in my range
If the future taught me anything the past can never change
Well I sit atop this city blowing smoke rings in the sky
With the twin peaks looming way above the place where I get high
And 10 million heads below me on an island I call mine
But the truth is that these people are as much my family
While I look upon the city that I've grown to call my own
No matter where this journey takes me this place will always be my home
Whooooo-oooah
Sitting on a mountain top, fifteen miles above the city
Whooooo-oooah
Sitting in this melting pot where you can see the future with me