[00:32.95]On a train, the landscape is a rush-a grey,
[00:37.26]And tears are streaming down the window pain,
[00:42.83]I contemplate nothing
[00:50.59]Old man sits down and faces me,
[00:54.45]He’s got a smile, I think it’s aimed at me,
[01:00.12]He says “I know your problem,”
[01:05.58]“If music’s for dancing,
[01:09.51]And magic’s for the spellbound,
[01:13.64]And love is for lovers,
[01:17.65]What’s left for you?”
[01:25.94]I ask “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
[01:30.37]He says “Listen man, you’re the door now here’s the key,
[01:35.84]Just open up and you’re free,”
[01:43.64]“You wonder why you never understand,
[01:47.99]And everybody seems to have their masterplans,
[01:53.62]But you don’t know nothing”
[01:59.10]“If music’s for dancing,
[02:03.22]And magic’s for the spellbound,
[02:07.37]And love is for lovers,
[02:11.06]What’s left for you?”
[03:17.44]But his words they seemed like mockery,
[03:22.08]And nobody’s allowed to teach me,
[03:27.47]nobody can teach me nothing.