…the drums echoing tonight, but she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She’s coming in 12:30 flight, the moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way, hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies He turned to me as if to say, Hurry boy, It’s waiting there for you!
It’s gonna take a lot to take me awaaaaaaaaay from youuuuuuu.
there’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever dooooo
I bless the rains down in Africa. Gonna take some time to do the things we never have.