You can listen to Kristian
When hes down in the subways
Playing the platforms
For old friends he don't know

Some hide in their papers
Some sip one last cup of coffee
Some just look away
So their eyes don't show

Its getting late
The city's half asleep
Old Kristian climbs the stairs
Like hes crossing a river wide and deep

Throws his coat at his sofa
Reaches for the neck of his guitar
And he plays it like its religion
You can hear the battle scars
Yeah

Its a melody
A cure for the memory
Just follow the melody
And your whole day is gone

And hey its like hes dreaming
So don't you go and wake him
Oh you find your own cloud to ride upon
Yeah

His musics in the hallway
Its like clock work coming our way
In the hour before midnight
It slips in thru paper walls

Past an old man at a window
Past two kids asleep on pillows
Past a woman like a willow
Swaying down Kristians hall

Its getting late, the city's half asleep
She knocks on Kristians door
And the frozen hinges creek
Don't stop on account of me she says
Then she sits herself right down
And suddenly this big old city, ain't such a lonely town
Yeah

Its a melody
A cure for the memory
Just follow the melody
And your whole day is gone

And hey its like their dreaming
So don't you go and wake them
Or you'll find your own cloud to ride upon
To ride upon
Find your own cloud

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