Old buddies

On the night train to Monte-Carlo through the misty countryside
I could see the new moon rising and you know she don't roll she glides
So smooth in my berth these Italian trains sure are a marvellous ride
Watching the little stone houses popping like a dream, in and out of the night

I was thinking if you could be here, we could talk till three or four
Get that feeling good together like so many times before
Well I missed you through November, but I'll be seeing you soon
With the warning moon if the clouds don't hide it
We'll get some beer and talk about the girls we knew

If you've fed up with lonely stories about lost and wayward travelling bands
I'd be hard up to tell you of the glories though the road calls again
And again and it might just eventually win

It seems the further you get away the further away you get
And the further away you get the further you get away
Well I missed you through November…