(Peters)



Wheels on steel go rumbling through the night

Away away they seem to say

I tip-toe tip-toe through the sleeping train

An infant king who meets his bride

My self-reflection in the window pane

A portrait or a photograph

Two eyes two ears nose uncertain smile

A child reflected thousandfold



Someone said the other day

The border's closed there's no way in or out

Pack your bags make up your mind

You can leave your memories behind



The water in a river we just crossed

Reflects a dark and rolling sky

The train keeps speeding through an endless night

My mood is changing every mile



Someone said the other day

The world is cracking up it's plain to see

(I) overheard two people say

Some gold works wonders when you want to go



This is a portrait not a photograph

It says a great deal about me

Two eyes two ears nose uncertain smile

The infant king is on his way