Christine's World - Nits

On a Sunday morning

A bus is stopping

At the espresso bar

Stepping out

Into the light and disappears

Christine, you’re in a dream

Oh, Christine

«I like to buy a postcard

Of the falls

And send it home

When he calls

I will keep it as a bookmark

For I keep forgetting all the words»

Christine, you’re in a dream

Oh, Christine

On a Sunday night

The bus is leaving

At the espresso bar

She sits behind the window

And waves goodbye

Christine, you’re in a dream

Oh, Christine