Ramadan is over,   The new moon's shown her face,   I'm halfway round the planet,   In a most unlikely place.      Following my song line   Past bamboo shacks and shops   Behind a jitney packed like sardines,   With bananas piled on top.      I ran away from politics,   It's too bizarre at home.   Away I flew, tuned into Blue   "Maybe Amsterdam or Rome"      Awakened by a stewardess,   With Spain somewhere below.   On the threshold of adventure,   God I do love this job so.      So while I make my move   On the big board game   Up and down a Spanish highway,   Some things remain the same.   Girls meet boys   and the boys tease girls   I'm heading out this morning,   For the Far Side of the World.      Oh I believe in song lines   Obvious and not   I'd ridden them like camels   To some most peculiar spots.      They run across the oceans   Through mountains and saloons   And tonight out to the dessert   Where I sit atop this dune.      I was destined for this vantage point   Which is so far from the Sea   I've lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupery      From Paris to Tunisia   Casablanca to Dakar   I was riding long before I flew   Through the wind and sand and stars.      Caravan   Ride that hump   And Timbuktu's a jillion bumps   Sleeping bags and battle flags   Are coiled and furled   That's the way you travel   To the far side of the world!      A Sunset framed by lightening bolts   Burns a lasting memory   And a string of tiny twinkling lights   adorn the sausage tree.   While the embers from the log fire   Flicker, fly, and twirl   Then drift off toward the cosmos   From the Far Side of the World.   Well it's Christ