We passed upon the stairs,We spoke of was and when
Although I wasnt there, He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise, I spoke into his eyes --
I thought you died alone, A long long time ago
Oh no, not me,We never lost control,Youre face to face,With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook his hand,I made my way back home,
I searched for form and land,Years and years I roamed,
I gazed a gazely stare,We walked a million hills --
I must have died alone,A long long time ago.
Who knows, not me,I never lost control,Youre face, to face,With the man who sold the world.