Sitting hand in hand
Atop a cold subway bench
You are waiting for the seven thirty
wrapped up in your coat
A guy carefully reads the instructions
On the coffee dispenser
And a child diving into cream puffs
And the clock against death
tells 1:10 two years to now
The sign of this station
Half obliterated from moisture
A poster that someone has written says "Come to Tunisia, there is a velvety sea and palm trees"
And you dream of running away…
To go far, far away
To go far
And from a small radio turned on
Here comes the notes from a jazz orchestra
An old man with glasses as thick as a finger
Attentively finds the solution to the quiz
Two women talking with
Arms full of bags from Upim
And an open newspaper
On the page of films
And on the tracks how much life has passed
And how much life that will pass by
And two teenagers holding close
making promises to each other for eternity
One man complains out loud
For the government and the police
And you that meanwhile dream again,
Dreams of always running away
To go far, far away
To go far
You are there waiting for the seven thirty
Wrapped inside your coat
On top of a cold subway bench