What if tomorrow could be known against today Then should these photographs I took be thrown away? The sound of trains in circles pa**ing us around Is when the past will come to us without a sound What should we do Now that it's too late? There's nothing to do Now the world will turn without the one you made Replies to call in from the phone booth in the shade Can only turn into a memory delayed Days will let you know Where you come and you go Where do you go...