My wife Nora and I were discussing the probability of life after death whilst sitting on the beach in Nerja, Southern Spain in September 1995. After all, what else do you do on the beach? A very dear friend of ours, Neal Bradley, had died unexpectedly, six months previously, of meningitis. I had spoken to him only hours before he died, unaware of the seriousness of his complaint. His death was a great shock to me and the many friends who loved him. Here I was six months later, still going through the process of grieving, when this song suddenly over a period of 24 hours appeared on paper. I sometimes wonder if Bradley wrote this song through me as proof that another life after death is awaiting us all. The first line has been borrowed from the Aztecs the second from the Romans. But I've been told not to worry as it is unlikely they will come back asking for royalties .....least not in this life!