Half Past France — текст песни (John Cale)

I suppose Im glad Im on this train

And its long

Somewhere between dunkirk an paris

Most people here are still asleep

But Im awake

Looking out from here -- at half-past france



Things are much different here than norway

Not so cold

Wonder when well be in dundee

Old hollweg knows his way around

Hes no fool

Wish Id get to see my son again



From here on its got to be

A simple case of them or me

If theyre alive then I am dead

Pray God and eat your daily bread

Take your time



Were so far away

Floating in this bay

Were so far away from home

Where we belong



Im not afraid now of the dark anymore

And many mountains now are molehills

Back in berlin theyre all well fed

I dont care

People always bored me anyway