Adieu, Sweet Bahnhof

(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