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."

"Who knows? Not me,
We 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 gazley stare
At all the millions here:
"We must have died alone,
A long long time ago."