Written by David Bowie



We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when

Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend

Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes

I thought you died alone, a long long time ago



Oh no, not me

I never lost control

You're face to face

With The Man Who Sold The World



I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home

I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed

I gazed a gazely stare, at all the millions here

We must have died along, a long long time ago



Who knows? not me

We never lost control

You're face to face

With the Man who Sold the World

(repeat)