From the recording THE WONDER OF IT ALL

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Lyrics

Milanese businessman in the rain.
flips his cell phone and he chats in a strange dialect
like yours
and I’m counting all the times you groaned when I

pressed my face to you as close as I could,
fell to earth and spilled drinks on your wood bed frame
and sheets
then I kissed you from your head to your feet.

Riding on this lonesome train,
souvenirs inside my brain
of a love in my past,
why can’t these moments last
and live again?

Pretty girl she rides alone on this train.
She reads Calvino but she’s bored with the strange turns of fate,
like me,
and how many loves have come and come?

Riding on this lonesome train,
souvenirs inside my brain
of a love in my past,
why can’t these moments last
and live again?

Riding on this lonesome train,
souvenirs inside my brain
of a love in my past,
why can’t these moments last
and live again?

Riding on this lonesome train,
souvenirs inside my brain
of a love in my past,
why can’t these moments last
and live again?