The Majestic

Falling out of some dirty train
With your bags, vinyl stickers, claim-check tag
Will they tell me where you’ve been
Well let’s peel them off again
The desert, the tundra, man-made lake
Your postcards were real, enthusiasm was fake
Rivers and canyons, step to the rear
You mark the Majestic, «You're here»
I’m not sorry I brought you here, no way
Though you might not remember
Whispering the words «I think I’ll stay»
Well my hearing’s getting better
Falling out of the first class seat
With your bags, magnetic checkers and jet-lag
Tell me where you’ve been
Tell me you won’t go again
I’m not sorry I brought you here, no way
Though you might not remember
Whispering the words «I think I’ll stay»
But my hearing’s getting better