I am walking down the old corridors again, All around me I hear opening and shutting doors Till I come to B 323 and sit on my old bed. So many dreams I dreamt here, the days past echo With laughter, so much mad laughter. What jokes Did we tell, that we are still crying after all these years?

Below that dorm room, I run across the yard, Mud between my naked toes, it raining and all around me The yells of soccer players I don’t see. In the distance Train whistles, as the clacking wheels bear me away. On the steel road, stations are arriving and departing around each curve, so many that it seems as if I am traveling round and round in a circle, going over the same old ground.

Through the corner of my eye, if I want I can still those names, But it’s easier this way, to keep on going, to keep going away!