Waiting for their train
Against the side of the station
Across a field of grain
She saw the river through the trees
Let's wait and see if it's the best thing to do
Staring at the hills
White in the sun and the country was brown and dry
They drank their beer
The girl looked at the beaded curtain
What's it say?
A Spanish drink
She waits in misery
That's the way with everything
Let's try to have a fine time
Should we have another drink?
Hills like white elephants…
It's really not anything
An awfully simple operation
You'll be fine afterwards
Just like we were before
Like before, happy then
You don't have to be afraid
Many people have gone through the same thing
You mustn't feel that way
I don't feel anyway
Anyways, they'll take it away