I travel, I sing, I notice when people notice things Well, as I wander through the rooms of the world Love archives me The clarion call can get trapped in a horn in a case beneath the bed The life of a magician's dove I've led And Paul rode horses on these roads Writing the letters in his head And I may have been wandering too long In love with wandering, wandering, wandering love Squandering offerings like the idol with it's Mandarin It's just that I'm all of these things Like water may freeze to break a ring This bridge may cause this train to sink The babies make me feel at ease with eyes like honey-drunk bees As I wander the aisle between them Tickets please It's times like these That the forces at work begin considering me As the link between death and dreams For some sweet minutes, everyone is counting on me To get them home Say Before the track ends Through the wayward symphonies of steel on steel As the city falls away to single bricks in the field As if I were the conductor and this train were real