My buddy, out on the train tracks He is a friend somehow I don't know how We used to spend (We used to spend) our time together That is a reason to be friends We used to spend our time together The women of the street bring their carts to the center of town The clatter, the mouth The bark of an old market Bare fruit My friend he strolls about for the ripest one The taste on his tongue All the pleasures of the earth Stop and ask him what he wants He can't tell you, but He can hold you like a scale The station is an empty hall is an empty ride I call it mine The nose remembers The smell of old graffiti The end of conversations The waiting in silence And my buddy, out on the train tracks He is smiling back Through the window of an old passing subway car I beckon him and he tips his brow As if to say somehow he remembers too Stop and ask him what he wants He can't tell you, but I see the ribbon on his sleave And we look the same So we're going round again We are laughing upset We are moving the halls with colorful figures And stray dogs And movie light flickers