Europe AcousticStepping’ from a subway in a strange town,
I’m trying’ to find this place and the sun’s gone down.
Woman on a platform, crying’ in a shawl.
Drugstore neon flickers in the wet, late fall.
“Goodnight, Godspeed, keep him in care.”
I hear my baby’s whispered prayer.
The sidewalks are empty, the streets are undisturbed,
newspaper blows by and sticks to a curb.
Woman who was weeping doesn’t make a sound.
I step into the street and decide to look around.
“Goodnight, Godspeed, keep him in care.”
I hear my baby’s whispered prayer.
I walk cobblestone streets and I don’t know where I am.
I return to the station where the subway ran.
I’m late for this appointment, I fear that I’ll miss out.
My heart fills with anger, my mind fills with doubt.
“Goodnight, Godspeed, keep him in care.”
I hear my baby’s whispered prayer.
I’d like to buy a ticket out, I told the counter man.
I admitted my confusion and he seemed to understand.
He told me “Have a good night, hope you get what you find.”
I found a seat alone and continued down the line.
“Goodnight, Godspeed, keep him in care.”
I hear my baby’s whispered prayer.
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