Parallels run to your horizon
Something depends on these two lines of iron
Something breaks as you sit behind the window
Will it make you reach a new low

Often come to dream about railways and roads
Hope it will soon bring you back to me
Back to me
How I sometimes hate all these railways and roads
If it could just bring you back to me
Back to me

A new dawn takes me to the station
In the crowd of perpetual motion

Time to move to the city by the sea
Western winds are calling for me

Often come to dream about railways and roads
Hope it will soon bring you back to me
Back to me
How I sometimes hate all these railways and roads
Hope it will soon bring you back to me
Back to me
How I sometimes hate all these railways and roads
If it could just bring you back to me
Back to me
Back to me
Back to me