Kristian's Song

You can listen to Kristian
 When hes down in the subways
 Playing the platforms
 For old friends he dont know
 Some hide in their papers
 Some sip one last cup of coffee
 Some just look away
 So their eyes dont show
 Its getting late
 The citys half asleep
 Old Kristian climbs the stairs
 Like hes crossing a river wide and deep
 Throws his coat at his sofa
 Reaches for the neck of his guitar
 And he plays it like its religion
 You can hear the battle scars
 Yeah
 Its a melody
 A cure for the memory
 Just follow the melody
 And your whole day is gone
 And hey its like hes dreaming
 So dont you go and wake him
 Oh you find your own cloud to ride upon
 Yeah
 His musics in the hallway
 Its like clock work coming our way
 In the hour before midnight
 It slips in thru paper walls
 Past an old man at a window
 Past two kids asleep on pillows
 Past a woman like a willow
 Swaying down Kristians hall
 Its getting late, the citys half asleep
 She knocks on Kristians door
 And the frozen hinges creek
 Dont stop on account of me she says
 Then she sits herself right down
 And suddenly this big old city, aint such a lonely town
 Yeah
 Its a melody
 A cure for the memory
 Just follow the melody
 And your whole day is gone
 And hey its like their dreaming
 So dont you go and wake them
 Or youll find your own cloud to ride upon
 To ride upon
 Find your own cloud