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