The man who sold the world

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,
we never lost control,
you're face to face
with the man who sold the world.
I laughed and shis hand,
and made my way back home,
I searched for form and land,
for years and years I roamed,
I gazed a gazley stare
at all the millions here,
I 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.