Pan-European Nocturne

"The compartment door is locked from the outside."

Vienna was cold and the coffee was hot Now we're crossing the

border of things we forgot

Two minutes later the landscape is flat

They say it is Lisbon,

but how about that

All of Europe in twenty minutes (shhh) No one gets off,

nobody wins it Station to station,

the alphabet changes We're riding the rails through the historical pages

Warsaw is grey and the platforms are long But the clock on

the pillar is telling us wrong

Now Athens is shining in marble and rust The coffee is cold

and the sugar is dust

The signs are in letters I never have known

All of Europe in twenty minutes (all of Europe) We're never going

home