The Train

      (Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)


Once on a cold grey morning

I was walking home alone

The traffic light in the falling rain

The unanswered phone


I was so sad and lonely

On a lonesome avenue

So sad and lonely

What could I do


Once I opened a drawer

In a room of a strange hotel

I saw a photograph of you


You looked so sad and lonely

On a lonesome avenue

So sad and lonely

What could I do


Once in a railway station

In the city where I live

The windows were like mirrors

In this train

'Hey, what you're doing with your life'



Blue

      (Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)


I'm missing my friend

I'm missing her again

And I don't know why

Why

Is

The

Sky

Blue

Blue

Blue

Blue

Blue



The Dream

      (Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)


I was walking down

A sunny street in town

In a dream

She was standing

In the shadow of a tree

In a dream

In my dream


She invited me

Inside her house to see

The walls were black

Black and white

Just like a woodcut

Printed down

In a dream

In my dream


And the wheel is turning

And the wheel is burning

And the wheel sung

O E O E O E O E O


On the table was a box of mica

Where I could see through

She said 'ruby'

I said 'red'

To me it looks like honey dew

Like your skin too



The Bauhaus Chair

     (Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)


Suddenly you came to see me

After all those years

You said 'hello'

Time has been a friend

In the town without a home

I went

I'm so alone again


I miss the Bauhaus chair

I miss the Bauhaus chair


Can you turn back

All the pages with the photographs

Can you see that

All the faces

All the houses in the town will fade

The friends that you have made


I take the Bauhaus chair

I take the Bauhaus chair



The Hat

      (Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)


I met her

In a shop

Downtown

She was buying a hat

With a feather

Brown

She said

Or red

That's all she said

That's all she said

'BROWN'

When the rain falls

On our head

Think

Think

Of the time

When we met

In a shop

Downtown

Feather

Brown

She said

Or red

That's all she said

BROWN

No one knows she's still there

No one knows she's still there

Now

Open the door

And walk inside



The House

      (Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)


I spent some time alone

In an old country home

Where the wallpaper looked like a landscape

In a foreign land


I took some walks alone

Around this old country home

And the landscape looked like the wallpaper


Time's slipping away

Time's slipping away

Time's slipping away


In the rooms of this home

I saw the pictures of the family still young

And I knew they were all dead and gone.