Station (Kangar)
Now I realize it is station that makes the difference
And the road is just a connection of two dots
Perspired station exhales into your face
Swallows and throws you away
Worn out roadbags cuddle up one to another
Oily glasses tremble on the stands
Passengers sick and tired of each other
Mumble some pointless gibberish lies
Road is your continuing line
With all the unknown awaiting ahead
When people disappear from your streets
Look for them in a city other than this
Past is squeezed and hung on the nail
Where are you gonna hide from yourself?
Your only roadbag is a violin case
With no one expecting you at the end of the road
You'll be looking for that blue city
Where dreams are not stolen
Now you understand it is station that makes the difference
Sick and tired of motionlessness
You're moving from a city to a city
Lying on the wooden bed
Shaking from a smoke
Where are you gonna hide from yorself
Now I realize it is station that makes the difference
And the road is just a connection of two dots
Perspired station exhales into your face
And throws you away without swallowing
Song is also some kind of a connection between two other dots
With words like trains stuck to each other
Stage is a lonely rainy station
With a violin case like your guide
Past is squeezed and hung on the nail
Where are you gonna hide from yourself?
1990
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