"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 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"