Salle d'attente

They were sitting close together
Both of them, looking half-asleep
On the edge of the wooden bench
In the waiting room
Through the glass, you could see
The old carousel creaking
And its music swirling
In the waiting room
And that music seemed to push
The big hand of the clock
With an exaggerated sound
Exaggerated and ridiculous
And that clock haunted them
That clock that was watching them
That clock that was swirling
In the waiting room
And in their heads, it slipped
Carousel, music, clock
The clock became a carousel
The carousel became a clock
And their memories in a parade
Came back, marched, took flight

They were sitting close together
Both of them, looking half-asleep
On the edge of the wooden bench
In the waiting room
And when the train arrived
They both looked at each other
And without a word, they stood up
In the waiting room
And in their heads, it slipped
Present, past, carousel
Memories became present
The present became memories
And their words in a parade
Hesitated, got confused, took flight
When he got on the train
She was the one who noticed
And running, she came back
Into the waiting room
But the train had vanished

Don't you think it's stupid
A woman walking down the street
With a bag and a cap
It's stupid!
It's stupid!
It's so damn stupid!