Miles
and miles
and miles
Before we reach the sand
Cacti
and cacti
and cacti
for miles
miles of dry land, dry land
We gonna make it
Oooh we gonna make it
We gonna take it
Oooh we gonna take it
Easy
Once we feel the sea breeze
My my my my my my my lover
My maker
My breaker
Take me by the hand
We could go walking for miles
Once we reach the sand
the sand
We gonna make it
Oooh we gonna make it
We gonna take it
Oooh we gonna take it
Easy
Once we leave the city
We 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
easy
We gonna make it
Oooh we gonna make it
We gonna take it
Oooh we gonna take it
Easy