Wires of strings, electric current through hands, The phone in all voices says: “Goodbye” It is time… And the coat is on a nail, the scarf is in a sleeve And the gloves in the pockets whisper: “Wait until the morning, until the morning…” But a strange knock calls to the road Maybe it’s the heart or maybe it’s a knock on the door And when I look back on the doorstep, I’ll say only one thing: “Have faith!” And again to the railway station, again to the trains, And again the conductor will give out bedsheets and tea, And again I won’t fall asleep, and again through the rumble of wheels I will seem to hear the word “Goodbye” But a strange knock calls to the road Maybe it’s the heart or maybe it’s a knock on the door And when I look back on the doorstep, I’ll say only one thing: “Have faith!”
Wires of strings, electric current through hands,
The phone in all voices says: “Goodbye” It is time…
And the coat is on a nail, the scarf is in a sleeve
And the gloves in the pockets whisper:
“Wait until the morning, until the morning…”
But a strange knock calls to the road
Maybe it’s the heart or maybe it’s a knock on the door
And when I look back on the doorstep,
I’ll say only one thing: “Have faith!”
And again to the railway station, again to the trains,
And again the conductor will give out bedsheets and tea,
And again I won’t fall asleep, and again through the rumble of wheels
I will seem to hear the word “Goodbye”
But a strange knock calls to the road
Maybe it’s the heart or maybe it’s a knock on the door
And when I look back on the doorstep,
I’ll say only one thing: “Have faith!”