Al Stewart - Here in Angola      I can't deal with all this undergrowth talk   It just trips my feet and tangles up my thoughts   You're trying to sell me your new faith   Tell me why you'd do it   And your hands are clenched   And you're talking low   With your eyes like flames   Your voice like snow   Someone dug a pit for you   and you fell right into it.   Tell me how the universe was meant to be   Take another sip of your cola   You be the colonel of the cavalry   I'll be Francis Ford Coppola    We'll go together through the jungle night   'Til the moon and stars fade out of sight    Waiting for the dawn to come   Here in Angola   I can't remember how you got this way   I can still recall you in a younger day   The earnestness still drips off you like butter   And you fling round words in a holy war   And you look so vague, but seem so sure   Don't you ever just want to break right down and stutter   Tell me how the universe was meant to be   Take another sip of your cola   You be the colonel of the cavalry   I'll be Francis Ford Coppola   We'll go together through the jungle night   'Til the moon and stars fade out of sight    Waiting for the dawn to come   Here in Angola   Ah, why don't you let it go   Ah, you'd be too wise to know   That time will get you anyway   It's at your door today.   I can't deal with these periscope views   And the caveman scrawl that you call news   Hey, why don't you make a not to cancel your next visit   Well, I knew that things were getting out of control   When you found your faith and lost your soul   If there's something you'd rather die than compromise   What is it?   Tell me how the universe was meant to be   Take another sip of your cola   You be the colonel of the cavalry   I'll be Francis Ford Coppola   We'll go together through the jungle night   As the moon and stars fade out of sight    Waiting for the dawn to come   Here in Angola