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Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains remind me of Jack-A-Lynn. Lush hotels and pretty girls won't cheer the misty mood I'm in. Silly, sad - I've never had to write this before oh, Jack-A-Lynn. Funny how long nights allow thoughts of Jack-A-Lynn. When phantoms tread around my bed to offer restless dreams they bring. And it's just the time and place to find a sad song to play for Jack-A-Lynn. Magpies that shriek, old boots that leak call me to Jack-A-Lynn. Coal-black cats in policeman's hats nosing where the mice have been. And the long miaow's beginning now and I'm far, far from home and Jack-A-Lynn. Aus Songtexte Mania