When I Look At How Fortunate I've

Oh Look At How She Listens She Says Nothing Of What She Thinks She Just Goes Stumbling Through Her Memories Staring Out On To Grey Street

Just Knowing That The World Is Round Here I'm Dancing On The Ground Am I Right Side Up Or Upside Down? Is This Real Or Am I Dreaming?

Why Won't You Run In The Rain And Play, Let The Tears Splash All Over You?

South Africa Gives Me A Perspective Of What's Real And What's Not Real. So I Go Back To South Africa To Both Lose Myself And Gain Awareness Of Myself. Every Time I Go Back, It Doesn't Take Long For Me To Get Caught Into A Very Different Thing. A Very Different Sense Of Myself.

I Find Sometimes It's Easy To Be Myself, Sometimes I Find It's Better To Be Somebody Else.