Stuk

String of wires, flow through my hands
The phone speaks all voices
"Goodbye!" Time to go
And my coat on the hook, scarf in my sleeves
And gloves in my pockets whisper
- "Wait until morning!" Until morning

But a strange knock calls: "Hit the road!"
Maybe it's the heart, or maybe a knock at the door
And when I turn back at the threshold
I'll say just one word: "Believe!"

And again at the station, and again to the trains
And again the conductor hands out linens and tea
And again I won't sleep, and again through the rumble of wheels
I'll hear the word: "Goodbye!"

But a strange knock calls: "Hit the road!"
Maybe it's the heart, or maybe a knock at the door
And when I turn back at the threshold
I'll say just one word: "Believe!"