Leipzig

Thirty nine and you need some leeway

soon you're eyeing the overseas page

The trains're running late

As you close the garden gate

Step through your steel front doorframe

"Dinner's in the microwave, sweetie"

Leipzig is calling you Henry

Leipzig is calling you Jane

Leipzig is calling you Leonard

Leipzig is calling you names

Cars were burning on yellow lines

Wheels turning, traffic lights change

Another misty bus-queue morning

Faces smile down from a hoarding

You stoop to the bin - drop something in

Well you'll soon feel yourself again

And everyplace is just the same, isn't it?



... Like the sound of taxi brakes

The sound of a dentist's drill

The colour of skates on ice

Under clingflilm - it's calling

Leipzig is calling you names.