You know
I never realized
That a world so incredibly far away
As Africa
Could be so close to me

Look where we are right now
On this beautiful little piece of grass
Suffocated by a sea of cement
Oppressed by all the traffic
Look at the people
Running, shouting
Like they have all gone mad

You know
I think I just might go back to Africa

You can joke
But you can never compare
This noisy artificial world
With the natural sounds of Africa

A time strange, mysterious
Weird, almost unreal
Looking to the sky
And raising your arms you can almost caress it
And you feel inside to the will to live
Your skin burns and you feel a man
More a man
More sincere

You know, I think I just might go back to Africa

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): Graham Johnson, Pasquale Losito, Salvatore Cutugno, Vito Pallavicini