On a Sunday morning
A bus is stopping
At the espresso bar
Stepping out
Into the light and disappears
Christine, you're in a dream
Oh, Christine
"I like to buy a postcard
Of the falls
And send it home
When he calls
I will keep it as a bookmark
For I keep forgetting all the words"
Christine, you're in a dream
Oh, Christine
On a Sunday night
The bus is leaving
At the espresso bar
She sits behind the window
And waves goodbye
Christine, you're in a dream
Oh, Christine