Half Past France
by John Cale
From the album: Paris 1919
Duration: 4:17
Lyrics for Half Past France
I suppose I'm glad I'm on this train, and it's long Somewhere between Dunkirk and Paris Most people here are still asleep, but I'm awake Looking out from here, at half-past France Things are much different here than Norway, not so cold Wonder when we'll be in Dundee Old Hollweg knows his way around, he's no fool Wish I'd get to see my son again But from here on, it's got to be A simple case of them or me If they're alive, then I am dead Pray God and eat your daily bread Take your time We're so far away Floating in this bay We're so far away From home, where we belong I'm not afraid now of the dark anymore And many mountains now are molehills Back in Berlin, they're all well-fed, but I don't care People always bored me anyway From here on, it's got to be A simple case of them or me If they're alive, then I am dead Pray God and eat your daily bread Take your time We're so far away Floating in this bay We're so far away Floating in this bay We're so far away Floating in this bay We're so far away Floating in this bay We're so far away Floating in this bay