Through the iron gate across the street
To where well-known people lie
I stopped by a graveyard of a poet
Which was shadowed by a lime tree, older
Than two centuries
That knew so much but is seldom asked to show it -
And I know how it feels
And right behind the lime tree I
Found a bearded man
Waking day by day among the sleeping
He felt so embraced, king of the place
The happiest man alive
It's just on wedding days he's weeping
You gotta get me back on track, you gotta
Help me not to forget, you gotta
Drop me a line - I've got plenty of time
I seem old beyond my years – I know how it feels
Then I made my way - I love these days -
To the centre of the town
10 o'clock, early in the morning
Where I found my favourite waitress
In my favourite café
Being pushed from guest to guest, her hidden yawning says:
You gotta get me back on track, you gotta
Help me not to forget, you gotta
Drop me a line - I've got plenty of time
I seem old beyond my years – I know how it feels