I hear the drums, echoin’ tonight --- she hears only whispers of some quiet conversa --- tion --

she's comin’ in on the twelve thirthy flight,the moolight winds reflect the stars that guide me toward salva ----tion

the wild dogs cry out in the night as they grow restless longing for some solitary com --- pany ---

I stopped an old man along the way -- hoping to find some old forgotten words of ancient, melo --- dies ---

I know that I must do what's right sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Seranget-ti ----

he turned to me as if to say -- hurry boy it's waiting there for you ----

I seek to cure what's deep inside frightened of this thing that I've become ---

gonna take a lot to drag me a-way -- from you --

there's nothing that a hundred men or more - could ever do --

I bless the rains down in Af--- rica

gonna take some time to do the things we never had ---------- oooh oooh--