We talk about corruption
On the road to Ibadan
You play the peacemaker
To build a bridge between us
We plan this trip away
I warned you I would be distant
But you coax and you charm
Like a clearing in the trees
Like footsteps
Walking on a grave
It's in the soil
The ghosts of the ancestors surround us
Do I start to see you?
In the furrow of my brow
In the ebony eyes you gave me
Do I tell the children?
That you gave me my first drink
But I could never own you
For you raged and hid
And you didn't leave a trace
Like footsteps
Walking on a grave
It's in the soil
The ghosts of the ancestors surround us
