The Train

 
Every night on a buy street in a filthy bar
I drink lost in thoughts
And every night behind the bar
A train stops
And hurried passengers get off
And they make themselves scarce into the walls
Like cigar smoke
But you don’t get off
Your settled eyes just look at me through the window
Suddenly the train turns back into a secret destination
I want to get on the train but I’m afraid
Because I don’t know where it’s going.
 
R. The train
Which is passing by
Like a ghost
In the middle of the night
Is carrying, carrying my love
Somewhere, so far.
 
Your settled eyes just look at me through the window
Suddenly the train turns back into a secret destination
I want to get on the train but I’m afraid
Because I don’t know where it’s going, where it’s going.
 
R. The train…