det skulle vara trevligt att någongång känna sig behövd, och "wanted", att vara någons "person". ibland känns det som om jag bara blir över liksom. den ena har den andra... jag är omtyckt det vet jag, men just att vara den där speciella.... att veta att jag inte är utbytbar.

I hear the drums echoing tonight
And she hears only whispers of some
quiet conversation
She's coming in, twelve-thirty flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide
me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some long-forgotten words
or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say
"Hurry, boy, it's waiting there for you"

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 have
For you

The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some
solitary company
I know I must do what's right
Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like a limbless above
the serengeti
I seek to cure what's deep inside
Frightened of this thing that I've become

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 have

Hurry, boys, she's waiting there for you

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 have
-toto "africa"