In an hour I will join a train
That started its journey yesterday
I know nothing about its past
Its present or its future
There is a cabin waiting for me
As I enjoy my privacy
I am writing a short history
Of blue and golden cushions
In an hour I will join a train
That started its journey yesterday
I know nothing about its past
Its present or its future
There is a cabin waiting for me
As I enjoy my privacy
I am writing a short history
Of blue and golden cushions