The Man Who Sold The Word

We passed upon the stairs,
Spoken what and where,
Although I wasn't there
He sad I was his friend
Which came as so surprised,
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago

Oh no, not me,
We never lost control,
The face, to face,
With the man who sold the world.

I laughed and shook his hand,
Made my way back home,
I searched from farther land,
Years and years I roamed,
I gazed all gazers there,
We walked a million hills
I must have died alone,
A long long time ago.

Who knows, not me,
I never lost control,
Your face, to face,
With the man who sold the world.

Who knows, not me,
I never lost control,
Your face, to face,
With the man who sold the world.