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