Frederik Sieon "Cruisin" (2003) Staring bright through the window You’re bending over to me A sentimental forsaken You’re trying hard yet to comfort But you’re waving me goodbye A sentimental forsaken You’re looking around you are hasted You’re supervising my chief My heart is tikking, let it on Looks like you’re dying to say But now you turn your head away Get out and leave me, let it on But when it’s going to be ok I’m cruisin’ on a train I’ve got to fear no holiday Fear is where I’m in