I was on a train Somewhere in Spain Sometime in the night I drew up my knees In second class And watched in the blue light Strangers beside me Strangers across from me They've closed their eyes So far away from home The empty stations echo As we go dreaming by I miss you like crazy I wish that you were here Holding me So many times I see something I want to show you Like the crazy man Crying on his violin I game him two drachmas for you And every city square Pigeons everywhere Fountains and painters I sit upon the step My chin upon my knees I watch lovers go by I miss you like crazy I wish that you were here Holding me Because you give me peace You give me hope I love you Of course--there are other men Sharing in the sways and bends Of Paris and Rome And though I do not know Exactly what the difference is I never asked them home It made me realize How beautiful and strange Is the bird of love It flies so differently Cries so differently From the bird of whatever the other