It was in the rainy season,
waiting for the train,
Leaving in the afternoon,
all on your own again.
Do you really understand it?
Can you tell me why it is this way?
Sad lady and her portmanteau,
with no words left to say.
Saving that it's only something that can happen any day.
To loose,
circus rider,
turn on your childish grin,
Shine on through the long black night,
go ride the dawn again.
Your eyes are stars that sweetly twinkle,
Oriole around your head aflame.
Sad story that you cannot tell,
when no one is to blame.
And anyhow it's only something sure to come down with rain.
Would I could hear your song so clear,
the words could touch the air,
And catch the moon's reflection in the color of her hair.
To ease this ache of loneliness and blind the fish's stare.
Even now I do remember,
one thing more that he's not told.
Just a slightly twisted crystal heart,
to keep you from the cold.
On up the coast along the highway,
nobody there will know your name.
So strange how things should work out now,
it still remains the same.
And even so you know there's nothing that can ever really change.