Parallels run to your horizon Something depends on these two lines of iron Something breaks as you sit behind the window Will it make you reach a new low
Often come to dream about railways and roads Hope it will soon bring you back to me Back to me How I sometimes hate all these railways and roads If it could just bring you back to me Back to me
A new dawn takes me to the station In the crowd of perpetual motion
Time to move to the city by the sea Western winds are calling for me
Often come to dream about railways and roads Hope it will soon bring you back to me Back to me How I sometimes hate all these railways and roads Hope it will soon bring you back to me Back to me How I sometimes hate all these railways and roads If it could just bring you back to me Back to me Back to me Back to me