Miles

Miles and miles and miles

Before we reach the sand

Cacti and cacti for miles

Miles of dry land

Dry land

We gonna make it

Ooh we gonna make it

We gonna take it

Ooh we gonna take it easy

Once we feel the sea breeze

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

Ooh we gonna make it

We gonna take it

Ooh we gonna take it easy

Once we leave the city

We gonna make it

Ooh we gonna make it

We gonna take it

Ooh we gonna take it

We gonna make it

Yeah we gonna make it easy

Easier

We gonna make it

Ooh we gonna make it

We gonna take it

Ooh we gonna take it easy