I was in Alaska, shoveling the snow
When I heard your song come on the radio
It was such a sweet sound and I cannot let go
Won't you come on over, be my Eskimo?

I see the sun
And I see the rain
Oh, I see when you die
And I see again

I was in Nevada, walking in the sun
When I felt your spirit blow across my hand
It was such a sweet touch to help me understand
Where to find the water and how to be a man

I see the sun
And I see the rain
Oh, I see when you die
And I see again