(Hofstede)
I have been waiting for hours in this train
And I`m riding through Brussels in the rain
Back to Paris more or less confused
By the shadows of tractors on the land
By the changes in my life I pretend
There`s a new life waiting there for me
I asked myself what sort of books I`d read
In a train if I ever felt the need
I bought My life with Picasso
I think of so many things I like to do
I will go to the Centre Pompidou
There`s a still-life part of my life too
Adieu, adieu sweet bahnhof
My train of thoughts is leaving tonight
Now like an arrow we`re aimed at Gare du Nord
Between backs of the houses streets like fjords
And the night falls over Paris
So I`ve come back to the Hotel d`Angleterre
I lay down on a double bed and stare
At the ceiling what a feeling (to be back)
Adieu, adieu sweet bahnhof
My train of thoughts is leaving
Tonight