Electric Lelyland passes by
As Vanessa continues to sing her melody
It’s 7 am on a passenger train
and this car to Amsterdam is empty
Outside, birdland is still dark
on a December churchless Sunday.
Who can I tell where I have been?
I’m seeking shelter from the streets
When British Barney lets me in
He offers to help with a cup of coffee.
I’ve made it here to the waters of birdland
I’m relieved to be back again
My…
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Posted on January 26, 2010 at 7:00pm