The Mountains of Ibiza Called Me

I wanted to run up the mountains of Ibiza, Only to run back down one, fast and strong, But James had passed on a while back, And when more normal, I did to him belong. So I did not suggest my desire to my dad, For a few days because I feared him sane, About me being my brother’s child really, About me knowing it with all my brain. But I wanted him to know i resent no carer, No mentor who was an atheist on my level, ‘Cos I had one at school who was slammed, Since they knew with him I wouldn’t bevel. So I told them I wanted to climb a mountain, Straight, not with strings or emotional tone, And he growled something in scathing return, So I decided from then to use the home phone.