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