All that is open is the window I hold out my hand to the rain The tracks are glistening in shadow The ties, the steel, and the train Stand in the cold at the station Though it really isn't you at all The snare of infatuation The desperate ledge of a fall Take the night train to paris Hoping to escape all the rules Take the night train to paris You hopelessly romantic fool Oftentimes love is a pageant Of kings and queens and of pawns More often love it seems stagnant The subject of tedious yawns The theatre, the alleys of vision The characters waiting to strike . The collectors of garbage and wisdom Who catalogue all that is not right I waited for the cafes to open I watched pigeons peck in the rain That endless rain of confusion The cat in my lap did the same I hated to disturb her slumber Sleeping so peacefully through the night The unfinished letter lay crumpled An unfinished heart has its price