Half Past France

I suppose I'm glad I'm on this train, and it's long
Somewhere between Dunkirk and Paris
Most people here are still asleep, but I'm awake
Looking out from here, at half-past France

Things are much different here than Norway, not so cold
Wonder when we'll be in Dundee
Old Hollweg knows his way around, he's no fool
Wish I'd get to see my son again

But from here on, it's got to be
A simple case of them or me
If they're alive, then I am dead
Pray God and eat your daily bread
Take your time

We're so far away
Floating in this bay
We're so far away
From home, where we belong

I'm not afraid now of the dark anymore
And many mountains now are molehills
Back in Berlin, they're all well-fed, but I don't care
People always bored me anyway

From here on, it's got to be
A simple case of them or me
If they're alive, then I am dead
Pray God and eat your daily bread
Take your time

We're so far away
Floating in this bay
We're so far away
Floating in this bay
We're so far away
Floating in this bay
We're so far away
Floating in this bay
We're so far away
Floating in this bay



Credits
Writer(s): John Davies Cale
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