Adieu Sweet Bahnhof

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