Miles
and miles
and milesBefore we reach the sandCacti
and cacti
and cacti
for miles
miles of dry land, dry landWe gonna make it
Oooh we gonna make it
We gonna take it
Oooh we gonna take itEasy
Once we feel the sea breeze
My my my my my my my lover
My maker
My breakerTake me by the hand
We could go walking for miles
Once we reach the sand
the sandWe gonna make it
Oooh we gonna make it
We gonna take it
Oooh we gonna take itEasy
Once we leave the cityWe gonna make it
Oooh we gonna make it
We gonna take it
Oooh we gonna take it
We gonna make it
Yeah, we gonna make it
Easy
easyWe gonna make it
Oooh we gonna make it
We gonna take it
Oooh we gonna take itEasy
