THE THIN LINE [I miss Moscow]

ACROSS THE FROZEN MOSCOW RIVER
ON A SUNDAY MORNING
THE SMELL OF SNOW DUST
A DELICATE WHISPER

BLUE BLADES OF GLASS
TREES AND FAT CLOUDS
FACTORY SMOKE
PLASTIC BOOTS

MOVING DOWN THE THIN LINE
PICKING FROM THERE
SOME SILLY SYLLABLES
WORKERS STROLL
CHILDREN CARTS
A COUPLE KISSING
AND GRANDMA'S LATE DREAM

TODAY, THERE'S A BARRIER
A VAST WHITE LINE
TODAY THE SEASON'S CHANGING
I WONDER WHAT'S NEXT...

EVERYTHING IS IN ITS PLACE
YET, SOMETHING IS MISSING
MY MIND IS BLANK

SOME TIME LATER
ON A SUNDAY NIGHT
SITTING ON A TRAIN
THROUGH THE WHITE

LIGHTS ARE SPEEDING
COMPUTER SCREENS
SNORING MEN
SECOND CLASS SMOKING
NO PROBLEM, HERE

AN UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE
DRINKING COFFEE
IN A franchise CUP

WRITING POSTCARDS
NOTHING FANCY
ALL IS QUIET
UNDER THE SHY SUN LIGHT

TONIGHT THERE'S A BARRIER
A VAST WHITE LINE
RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE
OFF THE BRIDGE
TONIGHT I'M BACK IN BEIRUT
WHAT'S NEXT...

TONIGHT SOMEONE IS MISSING
MY MIND IS BLANK...

MOSCOW DEC '09