I suppose Im glad Im on this train
And its long
Somewhere between dunkirk an paris
Most people here are still asleep
But Im awake
Looking out from here -- at half-past france

Things are much different here than norway
Not so cold
Wonder when well be in dundee
Old hollweg knows his way around
Hes no fool
Wish Id get to see my son again

From here on its got to be
A simple case of them or me
If theyre alive then I am dead
Pray God and eat your daily bread
Take your time

Were so far away
Floating in this bay
Were so far away from home
Where we belong

Im not afraid now of the dark anymore
And many mountains now are molehills
Back in berlin theyre all well fed
I dont care
People always bored me anyway