Early morning, Central Station
Tears in coffee, things unspoken
Dry your eyes on a mended dress
Stockings crossed, they do not match
I'm bound back home, my father died
I won't be back for quite some time
On the ceiling of Central Station
Not for wishing, those constellations
Tired stone, forgotten gla**
Weary wood and faded bra**
I'm bound back home and you can't go
When I'll be back I don't know