I hear the drums echoing tonight
She hears only whispers of some quiet conversations
She's coming in twelve- thirty flight
The moonlit winds reflect the stars that guide me toward 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 it's waiting there for you
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's 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 had
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
Sure as Kilimangiaro rises like Olympus above the Serangetti
I seek to cure what's deep inside
Frightened of this thing that I've become