Half Past France

I suppose I'm glad I'm on this train And it's long Somewhere between dunkirk an paris Most people here are still asleep But I'm awake Looking out from here -- at half-past france Things are much different here than norway Not so cold Wonder when we'll be in dundee Old hollweg knows his way around He's no fool Wish I'd get to see my son again From here on it's got to be A simple case of them or me If they're alive then I am dead Pray God and eat your daily bread Take your time We're so far away Floating in this bay We're so far away from home Where we belong I'm not afraid now of the dark anymore And many mountains now are molehills Back in berlin they're all well fed I don't care People always bored me anyway