San Francisco Express

Here I am
crying at the station
don't know how I got here
and don't know where I'm going
I see the train
puffing on the platform
black iron car
it's the 'San Francisco Express'

You come and go
the race is about to begin
too many crossed steps
too many dreams I dreamed
it's over
the sun is already trembling
amazed to be alive
the dead that I am now

Oh my God!
the journey has already started
days go like shadows
hours in procession
to the prison
where the clock stops
this November night
has forgotten its song

I'm going to donate
who tells me where I'm going
to this poor dreamer
they both laugh
there they wait
the devil will crush you
or the hand of God.