Testo di Leaving Florence

It occured to me that this is it; a short spark a lifetime And i was thinking about the things i've done and what i've still to do I've made some terrible mistakes so far and for that i'm grateful The cold air's biting as i make my way and everything seems new But at this early hour, could i be fast asleep And revisiting by moonlight all these places i have been? No echoes rattle up the arcade trails and i've no direction There's no chorale of passersby to take my identity away I board an empty train and fall into my seat I start to close my eyes when i feel tugging at my sleeve A little girl is quite concerned She's with her mother and she wonders why i'm not She promises she'll wake me when we reach my stop