You—you've been to Harlem, you've been to Dover, lived in Amsterdam, been stolen and survived You have served many, been trodden down but no bitterness do you carry You have traveled the wrong road, carried a heavy load and your wisdom is unfathomable and I'm just a train, I run on the same track that I ran on yesterday I'm just a train, I'm just a train You can be so pointed but never piercing Straightforward but never unrestrained I've seen your brilliance—never blinding Still I could not approach you then But in the letter you wrote me once, you said so little— So little in your English handwriting I'm not accusing, but sometimes I feel like nothing ever really happened in my life… I'm just a train I run on the same track that I ran on yesterday I'm just a train, running on a parallel and I'm running on again I'm just a train You were not born like I was; not of a nation You came from somewhere unpredictable And me, I was hungry and I was thirsty So I traveled with you someway Just a mouthful you gave me one time, I fell asleep – damn And woke up drowning on the shore Now I'm here in the station waiting for the track to clear I'm just a train running on a parallel, I'm running on again I'm just a train Everybody's busy, bright and contented I am alone, just mechanical and melancholy I run alongside you forever bonded in division Meeting only in the blue horizon line Only in the blue horizon line, meeting only in the blue horizon I'm here in the station waiting for the track to clear I'm just a train, running on the same track I ran on yesterday I'm just a train running on a parallel, running on again I'm just a train, nothing ever happens now I'm running on again I'm just a train Everybody's busy, bright and contented, I'm alone, mechanical and melancholy…

Sleep avoids me Like the waves avoid a stranded fish upon the beach Like I avoid you Insomnia is preferable to dreaming of Lorelei Now you tell me All your cherished plans are taking shape upon some foreign beach And so I say Prove to me your friendship can be stronger than your ordinary love You couldn’t find the words for ordinary love Faded and profane, this ordinary love Tristan and Iseult Romance and illusion—all the agonies of history Oh, you are no queen And this is not some kind of pact—we were never suicides You couldn’t find the words—couldn’t find the words Things you nearly said hanging in the air… still You warned me—yes I know Saying ‘I am selfish, don’t come near me I will make you suffer’ 36 hours Counting down the minutes while I’m writing these things for your entertainment But what do I get now? What do I get now? Things you left behind—the living and the dead… forgotten now Sleep creeps away Just like the waves avoid that stranded fish upon the beach But don't count me out The water’s not receding—I just learned to breathe another way, but you Never found the words—for ordinary love Well, that’s okay with me— I think that’s okay with me, now… …I'm still dreaming of Lorelei

we are living in the years when fear is the philosophy tiny, scared and stupid too, you sell your story to the news he would, she would, we would, they would kick it over, start again and it's happened once, and once again they steal the flame and sell it back to you before you have a chance to set a match to all that tinder waiting to explode into a million flaming voices saying: I don't want this any more I thought we could cooperate but please don't advertise my life as if it's something I could buy, like winners, losers, movers, shakers - pathological polarity it's ethics for beginners, simplified to serve a cause, but there's no-one left to fight today except the mercenaries hired for the job then thrown away; what rises up and shakes a fist is met by dull, expensive force and excellent technology that should be serving millions not just those who have the influence to buy their way above the dangers of a floating world, where the water seeks it's level, and it's level is above our heads can you swim? I hope so, I learned yesterday; relax and drift away... don't you worry now, because we'll do this anyway, we are inevitable as the river - find a level, flow into it no-one tells you you don't have to do what you don't want to do maybe sometimes, but then only if it wasn't sold or forced on you if you ever get to this point just say 'everything is meaningless' and the real thing is the real thing, no - it really is this time because it's you and me and he and she - the dwellers on the threshold have all come to term and all we have to do is to step over...

It was a rubbish photo anyway you took it in the front garden I looked like a lecturer and hid it from the children It was your favourite but it never looked like me Or perhaps it really did and that was what was so annoying I admit that I have done these things and I can't undo them And admit I know a lot less than I thought I would discover Is there any chance of making this into something better I don't think so, and I just don't have the patience for it It was a snowy day I drove to work the roads were like a skid pan took a shovel in the car and drove the back roads through the country that's a two-hour journey and when I arrived my colleagues told me "you're a bit late, aren't you?" (I said) "well I'm here and that's..." I admit... If there's a moral to this story well, I'm sure that I don't know it Have another cup of tea and sit yourself upon the sofa We have come so far and overcome so many situations you've an episode or two behind you and I am no hero I admit...

You go where others fear to tread—you see green where they see red You give your warmth like snow on ground—the cool white blanket's silent sound Giving things you never had, oh Megan tell me what you’re thinking When time alone is hard to find, you run off and go to ground ‘til the urgency subsides and you come down Come down and start believing that it’s normal You want to make the damage whole and you don't feel the vertigo (like they do) You're a bit like me, you say—which part I'd like to know one day You hold a banner to the sun, I shelter in the mainstream's shade And long for better times than this, disregarding happiness ‘til the urgency subsides and you come down Come down and start behaving like it’s nothing You got away from their demands, and for awhile there was a hole Until you walked along the sand, the prehistoric soul of all Built a fire in the dunes—no-one else for miles around Oh Megan, do I understand that you’re glad it happened? And your hunger disappeared and you came down In the dark time of the cycle of the year The only certainty is change—this would have happened anyway You're a bit like me, you say—which part I'd like to know one day Which part I'd like to know one day

Oh I had a vision of the things to come —I had a vision of the morning There was nobody in need and there was nothing left undone —I had a vision of the morning No righteous and no wicked, no sacred or profane —I had a vision of the morning There was no flood to punish, and no rainbow after —I had a vision of the morning And fire served to warm, cast no shadow, left no ashes —I had a vision of the morning Oh, I had a vision of the morning, I had a vision of the morning And I had a vision of the Western wind —I had a vision of the wind And I had a vision of the North, East and South —I had a vision of the wind And the East wind blew stupidity from the halls of power —I had a vision of the wind And everything was visible, no hidden hands to pull the strings —I had a vision of the wind And the North wind carried fire and ice—the halls all fell crumbling —I had a vision of the wind When the West wind said ‘I follow none’ the square was filled with celebration —I had a vision of the wind And by the time the South wind blew, not one soul was left wanting —I had a vision of the wind Oh, I had a vision of the wind, I had a vision of the wind I had a vision where the circle was unbroken —the seasons they change while the circle still remains No followers or leaders, no winners and no losers —the seasons they change while the circle still remains And no–one was forcing the hand of any other —the seasons they change while the circle still remains And greed was just a memory and hunger was forgotten —the seasons they change while the circle still remains And no one creature born was made to suffer for another —the seasons they change while the circle still remains There was nothing held up high and yet nothing was pushed down —the seasons they change while the circle still remains And the secrets of the veil were no longer kept hidden —the seasons they change while the circle still remains Yes, where the circle is unbroken, you know where the circle is unbroken Oh I had a vision of the things to come —I had a vision of the wind I had a vision of the morning, I had a vision of the morning Oh I had a vision of the things to come

You say that as a child you used to play in the Calamari Park
but I know that it was only built two or three years ago You say you know me well, that you saw me coming
you read me like a magazine - a competition questionnaire Your life is stranger than the things that grow in mountain caves And this is all a big surprise but nothing comes here ready-made You tell me that we both belong in another world
and the thing that moved you most was watching a migrating herd of buffalo Which one of us came first? It's impossible to know sometimes it seems we're only five and other times it's like we're 64 Your life is stranger than the things that grow in mountain caves And this is all a big surprise but nothing comes here ready-made I never understand - we never follow any rules but something lives in Senegal that tells me that we never, ever should There are dogs that wander in the street that no-one seems to own
I always felt like one of those except I'm not alone now Your life is stranger than the things that grow in mountain caves And this is all a big surprise but nothing comes here ready-made You tell me 'as a child I used to play in the Calamari Park'
but it couldn't be so - it just couldn't be so Yellow banners waving in the sun; the river's in the shade
and the mist grows cold as we watch the parade go by Your life is stranger than the things that grow in mountain caves And this is all a big surprise but nothing comes here ready-made