If the 59 is gone. That's the train I am on. You can hear the whistle below a million miles. . I would give up all my life. Trying to get it right. I'm five million miles from my home.
A thousand times in a thousand days. The wild bird's singing of true love ways. . Crying out from the heart of desire. Circling over a night full of fire.
Where the air's not clean. Where the water's glowing green. Where the dogs are mean. . I'm moving to Bohemia. Taking you along. Say goodbye to suburbia.