shes coming in 12 30 flight the moonlit wings reflect
the stars that guide me towards salvation
i stopped an old man along the way hoping to find some
old forgotten words or ancient melodies he turned to me
as if to say hurry boy its waiting there for you
its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you theres
nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
i bless the rains down in africa gonna take some time to
do the things we never have the wild dogs cry out in the night
as they grow restless longing for some solitary company