Sky visions
On the road to Berlin
For a Bob Dylan show
Crossed the German border
Four hundred miles to go
The early sun was rising
Windmills all around
Nina on the radio
I turned up the sound
I needed a cup of coffee
And a donut or two
I was thinking about
The future with you
White lines appear
In the atmosphere
Dirty trucks were moving
All together in a row
There must have been someone
Who ordered them to go
A cross on the crossover
A beacon sending light
A signal from heaven
From those who died
Died too early
Left their families behind
Suddenly you came up
In my mind
White lines appear
In the atmosphere
I stepped out the Park-Inn Hotel
On the Alexander Square
The sound of demolition tools
And compressors filled the air
I was confused and overwhelmed
Impossible to see
The entrance of the underground
Was just in front of me
Halfway down the stairs
She grabbed my hand
The smell of summer roses
Curls in her hair
White lines appear
In the atmosphere
Bridge:
There is a universal highway code
To stay between the white lines on the road
But if you really wanna beat the street
Find a girl young and sweet
Yesterday she wasn't even in my head
Now she sleeps in my bed
It was the beginning
Of a long and endless trip
To the Virgin Islands
On a bounty-ship
Drifting with the wind
To another shore
My old life
I don't need it anymore
If you ever want to make
A brand new start
Please take my advice
And follow your heart (or tear your life apart)
White lines appear
In he atmosphere
Till today I'm living
On an island in the sun
Where the time is running backwards
Where you stay for ever young
The next morning
When i opened my room door
I found a dirty white
Napkin on the floor
A hand drawn illustration
Made by an artist
Trying to find the entrance
Of a world that don't exist
White lines apear
In the atmosphere
© Stefan van de Sande 2009
(oefenopname gemaakt in april 2010, samen met Hans, Luus en Ed. Na veel dingen uitgeprobeerd te hebben komt het nummer iedere keer weer terug naar deze vorm en uitvoering)
