The Great

Alexander shared knowledge everywhere, everywhere
his home was lost, he doesn't know if it's here or it's there
going into the sea was inside his schedule of war
fighting in a desert against two hundred thousand men, what a nightmare

I've got the glory of a god
but I'm still a human being
I've got the power of a sandstorm
but I still cry when I watch this violence
Alexander's dead
Alexander is dust in the wind
Alexander, don't cry
The things can be better than they seem

The Greek culture, I'll sow it around the planet that I own
May a mix of race makes me feel a little braver and so
perhaps I also find the American territory out, dream
pretty good, it would be for my 'famelessness', I feel strange

I've got the glory of a god
but I'm still a human being
I've got the power of a sandstorm
but I still cry when I watch this violence
Alexander's dead
Alexander is dust in the wind
Alexander, don't cry
The things can be better than they seem

You changed for the better
thinking of you
your library is a lover's letter
written to the world

At least you got a conception
when you left so early
you know they wouldn't care about you
All the brains need mystery