We passed upon the stairs, We spoke of was and when Although I wasn't 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, You're 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, You're face, to face, With the man who sold the world.