On the eastside was the road that I never walked before A passage through the desolate slums disappearing in the hoar There I found this mystic place In a cloak of ghostly haze A lonely red brick signal box Number 4
GOODNIGHT I’M YOUR SATELLITE MY SECRETTE STATION GOODNIGHT I’LL NEVER STEP INSIDE MY SECRETTE STATION
I could stare all night long at the attic window glow And I can’t remember any man I ever saw Just the distant bark of dogs Maybe I could come and knock On the door someday if it wouldn’t be more enticing not to know
Drops of rain The rumble Midnight train Is coming Just like the days of my life Come and pass before my eyes Can see but I’m blind I got nothing inside My universe is… Four square feet of life Four square feet of light