| He was a silver tongue devil, standing there |
| He’s waiting, he’s waiting for a ride |
| Looking for a one way out of this town |
| And you know I couldn’t let him down |
| So I asked him «how far?"he said «as far as you’ll go» |
| No, I couldn’t say no |
| It was a Thursday in September or December |
| The last thing I remember was the cloudless sky above |
| He said he saw a good friend die |
| I never thought to ask him why |
| I could have sworn I heard him say he knew who did it |
| I could have sworn I heard him say |
| We headed off into the dead air of the desert |
| To a place, to a place I’ve never known |
| He stared into the sun that shone above us |
| Then he smiled and spoke how good it was |
| Yet things change and they stay the same |
| Home sweet home |
| There was a stillness as the light set behind us |
| The last thing I remember was the laughter in my ears |
| Fearless yet fearful I stared into his eyes |
| And he grabbed my hand, and I started to fly |
| Ageless and timeless, I gave him control |
| He said «That's it, my friend, I own your soul.» |
| I thought I heard him say |
| I thought I heard him say |
| He said he saw a good friend die |
| I never thought to ask him why |
| I could have sworn I heard him say he knew who did it |
| I could have sworn I heard him say |
| I could have sworn I heard him say |
| I could have sworn I heard him say |