Whats Left For You?
On a train, the landscape is a rush-a grey
And tears are streaming down the window pain
I contemplate nothing

Old man sits down and faces me
He’s got a smile, I think it’s aimed at me
He says “I know your problem,”

“If music’s for dancing
And magic’s for the spellbound
And love is for lovers
What’s left for you?”

I ask “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
He says “Listen man, you’re the door now here’s the key
Just open up and you’re free,”

“You wonder why you never understand
And everybody seems to have their masterplans
But you don’t know nothing”
“If music’s for dancing
And magic’s for the spellbound
And love is for lovers
What’s left for you?”

But his words they seemed like mockery
And nobody’s allowed to teach me
Nobody can teach me nothing