Voices from the Future

I start here

Let's start here

I know it's gonna be good

All the pieces in my hand

Picked up as time went by

Little by little, joined together

No thoughts of something else

My energy is here

My first piece is a German backstreet bakery

Where I of course can't buy

A pastry Portuguese

With my Suisse francs

Someone's begging

Kleingeld, bitte

My reply is

Kein Geld, sorry

It's time to get some rest

My train is leaving early

I can see the station from my room

The window's slightly open

Some tunes are slipping in

I know them from before

I'm on my way