Rotterdam

Took a walk in Rotterdam, thinking about her train
All along the banls of memory, holding tide away
And on the end of every corner i could almost hear her sound
Time went by in ecstasy, walking next to walls
And the color of the water, was the rails that she was on
And when the whistles blew far away, i felt she knew somehow
For the train often rattles, from the rails shaking ground
I close my eyes and almost hear her now
Took a walk in Rotterdam, dodging spoke and wheel
And a few unnerving riders, agile or insane
And the rest, victims of fashion, lord we’re all to blame
Found myself a bar stool, and something on the rocks
I was dreaming I could ride the sun, westward as it dropped
And find her at the station, gracefully rolling a stop
For the train often rattles, from the rails shaking ground
I close my eyes and see her westward bound
Well i’ll keep that mind a wandering, of love on the rails
Slow rolling days, steel pushing home
Mile over miles gone in the blink of an eye…
For the train often rattles, from the rails shaking ground
I close my eyes and see her westward bound…