Africa  |
Toto
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I hear the drums echoing tonight
She hears only whispers of some quiet conver – sa - tion
She’s coming in 12:30 flight
Moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide her 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, 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
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serangetti
I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become
Chorus
Fade on Vamp
