Sidi Ifni 1974 Born on the boulevard Red soil, turmoil, dead end The laughter of kids playing in the yard Oh what a thing to say We've lost ourselves along the way My brothers here, they're not afraid They've lost what can be lost Unforgiving sun, pack your stuff and run From what soon will be desert too Oh what a thing to be Forever lost, lost at sea So I cross the sea, that seperates you from me Just like I promised days before I spot, washed up on the shore a shoe That you once wore Oh what a thing to say We've lost ourselves along the way Oh what a thing to do What makes me different from you?