Al Stewart - Here In Angola

Al Stewart - Here in Angola



I can't deal with all this undergrowth talk


It just trips my feet and tangles up my thoughts


You're trying to sell me your new faith


Tell me why you'd do it


And your hands are clenched


And you're talking low


With your eyes like flames


Your voice like snow


Someone dug a pit for you


and you fell right into it.


Tell me how the universe was meant to be


Take another sip of your cola


You be the colonel of the cavalry


I'll be Francis Ford Coppola


We'll go together through the jungle night


'Til the moon and stars fade out of sight


Waiting for the dawn to come


Here in Angola


I can't remember how you got this way


I can still recall you in a younger day


The earnestness still drips off you like butter


And you fling round words in a holy war


And you look so vague, but seem so sure


Don't you ever just want to break right down and stutter


Tell me how the universe was meant to be


Take another sip of your cola


You be the colonel of the cavalry


I'll be Francis Ford Coppola


We'll go together through the jungle night


'Til the moon and stars fade out of sight


Waiting for the dawn to come


Here in Angola


Ah, why don't you let it go


Ah, you'd be too wise to know


That time will get you anyway


It's at your door today.


I can't deal with these periscope views


And the caveman scrawl that you call news


Hey, why don't you make a not to cancel your next visit


Well, I knew that things were getting out of control


When you found your faith and lost your soul


If there's something you'd rather die than compromise


What is it?


Tell me how the universe was meant to be


Take another sip of your cola


You be the colonel of the cavalry


I'll be Francis Ford Coppola


We'll go together through the jungle night


As the moon and stars fade out of sight


Waiting for the dawn to come


Here in Angola