On a train, the landscape is a rush-a-grey And tears are streaming down the window pain I contemplate nothing Old man sits down and faces me He's got a smile, i think it's aimed at me He says "i know your problem" "if music's for dancing And magic's for the spellbound And love is for lovers What's left for you?" I ask "what the hell's that supposed to mean?" He says "listen man, you're the door now here's the key Just open up and you're free" "you wonder why you never understand And everybody seems to have their masterplans But you don't know nothing" "if music's for dancing And magic's for the spellbound And love is for lovers What's left for you?" When he disappeared (when he disappeared) All that remained (all that remained) Was his smile But his words they seemed like mockery And nobody's allowed to teach me Nobody can teach me nothing If music's for dancing And magic's for the spellbound And love is for lovers What's left for you? If music's for dancing And magic's for the spellbound And love is for lovers What's left for you? If music's for dancing And magic's for the spellbound And love is for lovers What's left for you? If music's for dancing And magic's for the spellbound And love is for lovers What's left for you?