We passed up on the (A7)stair,

we spoke of was and when.

Al though I was n’t there

he said I was his friend,

which came as some sur prise.

I spoke in to his (A7)eyes, I thought you died a (Dm)lone,

a long, long time a go.

Oh no,

not me,

I (Bbm)nev er lost con trol.

You’re face

to face

with the (Bbm)man who sold the world.