Caravan - John Cale (约翰凯尔)

I'm slipping away

From planet earth

Hand in my pocket

Full of dirt

Shaking all over

Shaking all over

With the funny stuff

Climbing the fens

In the norfolk broad

Waiting for godot and niagara falls

Mustn't be late

For the caravan

Mustn't be early

For the garbage man

I give you a host of reasons to go

You come back marked

Address unknown

Sandwiched between

A question of honour

In the quiet mark

Of a medicine man

You're sitting alone at the traffic light

The pain is real

You're ghostly white

I give you a host of reasons to go

You come back marked

Address unknown

Sandwiched between

A question of honour

In the quiet mark

Of a medicine man

Mustn't be late

For the caravan

Mustn't be early

For the garbage man

For the caravan

Mustn't be early

For the garbage man

Mustn't be late

For the caravan

Mustn't be early

For the garbage man