Ever since he was a boy, he always hoped
that he could protect the artifacts of the globe
any hero can save the day and move on
but if he don't save history it's already gone

The more he looked, the more he would find
unusual passion to pursue these crimes
A global supply, stolen idols of god
their methods were deep and their treasure was broad

Land of many temples, clouds and sky
The smell of salt water, a rocky climb

The temple looter took what he could take
deceive, inveigle and obfuscate
packed in a box labeled "handicraft"
headed for madison avenue
yeah. . . .

Land of many temples, clouds and sky
The smell of salt water, a rocky climb

As the sun went down, he knew he had won
in his satchel, a bullet inside of a gun
one shot as a warning was all he would need
the thief had no courage, he only had greed

to sleep on a rock now, to sleep in the cold
to save a treasure 2000 years old
wake up in the morning, put this case to bed
then go back home, his hat still on his head

Land of many temples, clouds and sky
The smell of salt water, a rocky climb