And after dinner he said
Let me just get some cigarettes
She called after him, take the keys with you
I will in the meantime look after the child
He closed the door, walked out silently
Into the neon-lighted stairwell
It smelled of floor polish and smugness
And on the stairs he thought, what would happen if this was a departure
He'd simply have to go for all time
For all time ...
For all time ...
I have never been to NY
I have never been to Hawaii
Never walked through San Francisco in torn jeans
I have never been to NY
I was never really free
Once being crazy and cross all limits
And when he stood outside on the street
He realized that he was carrying everything with him
The passport, the Eurocard and some money
Maybe there was even still a flight this evening
He could take a taxi there at the corner
Or tramp and simply be gone
The longing woke up inside of him again
To be once full of dreams
To be freed from this limitedness
He thought of his departure, his departure
I have never been to NY
I have never been to Hawaii
Never walked through San Francisco in torn jeans
I have never been to NY
I was never really free
Once being crazy and cross all limits
Then he put his cigarretes into his pockets
And went home as if it was natural
Through the stairwell with floor polish and smugness
The wife called "Hey, where have you been
"Dalli Dalli" starts in a minute"
She asked "Has something happened?"
"No, what should have happened"