“ ”

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

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

- <i>The Man Who Sold the World</i>