Well, first I have to tell you that I'm not insane
and that once I was a famous archaeologist {named}
{who ran} a recent expedition in a distant land
I just happened to passin' my hand in the sand
and then I stopped, looked, and then I was hooked
I saw a flash, then a sparkle from a moonstone
then the mist started, started to clear
I saw a face, a face in the moonstone
then it started to disappear
well, I walked and walked and never talked
for many days
and without a friend the desert is a lonely place
I was just about to turn around and make way home
when something told me that i had to see it again
