At night I fall asleep
And sometimes I dream
Because I want to dream
And in the dream I clench my fists
I hold my breath
And I listen
Sometimes it's the African trees
Calling
Some other nights it's folded sails
Sailing
It's men and women
And steamships and flags
Traveling travelers
To be saved
Among the important cities
I remember Milan
Livid and sunk
At its own hands
And if the love I used to have
No longer knows my name
And if the love I used to have
No longer knows my name
Like the steam trains
Like the steam trains
From station to station
And from door to door
And from rain to rain
And from pain to pain
The pain will cease
At night I fall asleep
And sometimes I dream
Because I can dream
And I dream about the drums
Of the band that's marching
Or that will have to march
I dream about the rain, cold
And straight on my hands
And the school teens
That are leaving tomorrow
And I dream about the dreamers
Waiting for spring
Or some other spring
That's still to be waited for
Between a glass of snow
And a coffee, done as it should be done
This winter will pass
And if the love I used to have
No longer knows my name
And if the love I used to have
No longer knows my name
Like the steam trains
Like the steam trains
From station to station
And from door to door
And from rain to rain
And from pain to pain
The pain will cease
Like the steam trains
Like the steam trains
From station to station
And from door to door
And from rain to rain
And from pain to pain
The pain will cease