Who will tell you what it looks like You are helpless You are frightened How to become a rock’n’roll star? How to turn into a rock’n’roll star? There’s no real traveller in a sleeping-car
Who will stop a stowaway Moving from A.L. to L.A.? He is sitting in the darkness He is hiding a little jug There’s no real traveller in a sleeping-car
I was born for one another Try to guess what I mean to say, girl I’m a mountain I’m a valley I’m your father Well, I’m your son There’s no real traveller in a sleeping-car