the bronzed gods are leaving; the bikini girls are dressed but the sea goes on forever another round of trading has concluded to the west leaving blood on the horizon and on a beach a million light years from the earth somebody wonders about intelligent life in the universe
well maybe there isn't or maybe there is if this isn't livin', i don't know what is
on top of this mountain, on top of the world it's all the same; it never closes i walk through this desert; i talk to myself like some would-be american moses now i don't need to change the world tonight but i'd sure like to know if it's too late to ever get it right
maybe it isn't or maybe it is if this isn't livin', i don't know what is
well maybe there isn't or maybe there is if this isn't livin', i don't know what is