Norfolk and Western
Oslo
Watch the reason arrival in my new ways, you'll be amazed
One long winter in Oslo, where the cost is low, and the townclocks chimes they rhymed
With all of the locals in the streets, I begged myself to greet them
But I had nothing to say, so I remained the fray The broken glance of chance
I was silent for too long
And the songs were long, and they always seemed so wrong
I would read the local paper's news, but the relevance seemed more elegant
when the sound of the words made no sense
It could have been the cabinet of defense
But everything seemed pure, and even so demure, that I'd come back with a sense of gratitude
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