I almost had it man
I almost caught hold
But something about those stars said
Brother, do you want yourself sold
Well there was no other answer
I said why thank you, no
I’ll go down south and back there sometime
I think for now, I’ll just let go
Well I’ll go where the wheat is magic
Where the sand is a treasure trove
Where the lover of the sun
Is the ruler of the sea
And maybe
Just maybe
I’ll catch hold.