When you left the white forests behind
And the cold northern plains
With your books and your big burning eyes
And a dream in your head
Climbed the tram in the dim city lights
Single suitcase in hand
Faded face in an old photograph
Did you picture the end?
Left my books and my records behind
There was nothing to say
Unsent letters and failed photographs
No more reasons to stay
Empty-handed with deep heavy eyes
Get up and face the day
Aeroplane in the warm summer night
Quietly gone away.