What if tomorrow could be known against today
Then should these photographs I took be thrown away?
The sound of trains in circles passing us around
Is when the past will come to us without a sound

What should we do
Now that it's too late?
There's nothing to do
Now the world will turn without the one you made
Replies to call in from the phone booth in the shade
Can only turn into a memory delayed

Days will let you know
Where you come and you go
Where do you go...