Fed on the desire of wanderlust
Let down, skewed and denied trust
A hard rain was falling down the train
Of gallows ideas running through my brain

Scattered like my bellyaches
The set of my memories won't tell how long it takes
To leave, away to a better place.

Here comes now a strange figure,
Walking down the road so sure.
Protected by a strange device
Little girl with an umbrella of ice
Brought such delight to my eyes

And is sure taking me away to a better place.