When Carla comes I'll be alright; it's been so long, so far, so wide,
So stretched beneath the tropic lights that shine for now and for all time.

I should be glad,
How could I be, when it means everything to me'

With Carla, comes the falling stars, the silver moon, Venus, and Mars, oh,
Will she ever know that I'm waiting tonight, just like I've waited all my life'

I could be sad,
Why should I be, when she means everything to me' - yeah.

Everything.

When Carla comes I'll be alright.