Sitting with your hands clasped
on a cold subway bench
you're waiting for the 7.30
wrapped up in your coat
some guy is carefully reading the instructions
on the coffee vending machine
and a child scoffs a puff pastry
And the clock on the wall
has been stuck at ten minutes past one for two years now
and the stations name
is half destroyed by humidity
A poster which some one has already graffitied says "come to Tunisia"
there is a velvet sea and a palm tree
and you who dreams of running away...
Of going far far far
far away
And from a transistor radio
comes the sound of a jazz band
and an old man with glasses as thick as a finger
searches for the answers to a quiz
Two Ladies are talking
with their arms full of Upim bags
and a newspaper is open
on the film pages
And on these platforms how much life has passed this way
and how much more will pass
and two youngsters tightly embracing
exchanging vows for eternity
A man complains loudly about the government and the police
and you who still dream
always dream dreams of running away
Of going far far
of going far away
You are here waiting for the 7.30
wrapped up in your coat
sitting on a cold subway bench