The Infant King Testo

Wheels on steel go rumbling through the night Away away they seem to say I tip-toe tip-toe through the sleeping train An infant king who meets his bride My self-reflection in the window pane A portrait or a photograph Two eyes two ears nose uncertain smile A child reflected thousandfold Someone said the other day The border's closed there's no way in or out Pack your bags make up your mind You can leave your memories behind The water in a river we just crossed Reflects a dark and rolling sky The train keeps speeding through an endless night My mood is changing every mile Someone said the other day The world is cracking up it's plain to see (I) overheard two people say Some gold works wonders when you want to go This is a portrait not a photograph It says a great deal about me Two eyes two ears nose uncertain smile The infant king is on his way