You can listen to Kristian
When hes down in the subways
Playing the platforms
For old friends he dont know
Some hide in their papers
Some sip one last cup of coffee
Some just look away
So their eyes dont show
Its getting late
The citys half asleep
Old Kristian climbs the stairs
Like hes crossing a river wide and deep
Throws his coat at his sofa
Reaches for the neck of his guitar
And he plays it like its religion
You can hear the battle scars
Yeah
Its a melody
A cure for the memory
Just follow the melody
And your whole day is gone
And hey its like hes dreaming
So dont you go and wake him
Oh you find your own cloud to ride upon
Yeah
His musics in the hallway
Its like clock work coming our way
In the hour before midnight
It slips in thru paper walls
Past an old man at a window
Past two kids asleep on pillows
Past a woman like a willow
Swaying down Kristians hall
Its getting late, the citys half asleep
She knocks on Kristians door
And the frozen hinges creek
Dont stop on account of me she says
Then she sits herself right down
And suddenly this big old city, ain't such a lonely town
Yeah
Its a melody
A cure for the memory
Just follow the melody
And your whole day is gone
And hey its like their dreaming
So dont you go and wake them
Or youll find your own cloud to ride upon
To ride upon
Find your own cloud