Transatlantic feeling frantic on route to Milan to see a man
To listen to sages and the academic elite talk of wormholes and conciousness beliefs
Presentations and conversations by those at the top of their game
But concentrate as she might long into the stary night the rhythm was always there..
Off again and on a plane over the North Sea
Stronger and stronger the beat would wander into her dreams
Touching land there he was his face as shocked as hers
For both had been listening to nothing more than the music of their hearts
Two years have past and governments and continents could no longer divide them
So if you look in Atlanta Decatur you are now sure to find them
Just ask anyone where is bongo Pete or just close your eyes at night
Then follow the sound of the distant drumming, you will surely find them
When you reach a blues joint look inside and there for all to see
Now husband and Wife, and playing all night
Mr and Mrs Lornie