Spent four weeks in this town, had to write my new address
down. I never used to cry, now I do it but I don´t know why.
Met nice people: a girl and a boy and I thik I´m easy to enjoy

New song. The only thing I know is: It takes time to come
home. Scissors, bag or a stone! It takes time to come home!

Summer replaced by fall no need to hang ´round with people,
that´s all. No need for friendly advices – just come over and
ask me twice: “Do you love me? Do you love me?” I think it´s best
for us all – this is an emergencycall. I dial your # again and
again, what´s wrong with your phone my friend? BYE BYE!

Goodbye Goodbye! I take the subwaytrain and watch myself in
the black windowpane. Then I notice that I´ve gone too far, because
I´m used to busses or daddys car. We live a couple of
lives, huh? So what´s so special with the one you´ve got
now?

New song, the only thing I know is: It takes time to come
home. Scissors, bag or a stone! It takes time to come home!