We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise
I spoke into his eyes:
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago

Oh no! Not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare
At all the millions here
We must have died alone,
A long long time ago

Who knows? Not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world