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 gazley 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."

"Who knows? Not me,
we never lost control.
You're face to face
with the man who sold the world.