The Infant King - Nits

Wheels on steel go rumbling through the night

«Away, away» they seem to say

I tip-toe tip-toe through the sleeping train

An infant king who meets his bride

My self-reflection in the window pane

A portrait or a photograph

Two eyes, two ears, nose, uncertain smile

A child reflected thousandfold

Someone said the other day

«The border’s closed, there’s no way in or out

Pack your bags, make up your mind

You can leave your memories behind»

The water in a river we just crossed

Reflects a dark and rolling sky

The train keeps speeding through an endless night

My mood is changing every mile

Someone said the other day

«The world is cracking up, it’s plain to see»

Overheard two people say

«Some gold works wonders when you want to go»

This is a portrait, not a photograph

It says a great deal about me

Two eyes, two ears, nose, uncertain smile

The infant king is on his way