A Peculiar Noise Called "Train Director"

If i’m going out
I want to take with me
(a month of golden sundays)
If we’re going out
Should we bring a map?
Or should we lose ourselves in meaning
Where we are — in the blink of an eye
You get several meanings
If you come back down
Be sure to hear the sound
(of xylophones gently breathing)
Where we are — in the blink of an eye
You get several meanings
Do you question what’s in sight
As the sun is setting
As the airplane hits boundaries
A waterfall fell on an optical atlas
What was remains the same
It took up residence
With a peculiar noise called «train director»