Song Description

An utopian look at the Budapest 100 years ago. The travellers never get there.

Lyrics

Hey, won't you talk with me a while? Talk about anything you want to. Walk with me just for a few more miles till we get to Budapest. There the dancing in the theatre is best. And everybody in the crowd thinks they're a gentleman, even though they were arrested the day before. There the lawyers are all world famous. Even the renter of the smallest room has his bath. The policeman guards the public peace and the streetlight burns till the morning breeze. No, we won't look back down in Budapest. No, we won't be looking back down in Budapest. And we won't have to try, every time we say goodbye, to brave the night again. And you'll show me the whispery domains of your heart. And we'll raise our own fire, quench our desire and I'll show you my open hands. I'll be thinking of you down in Budapest. The women are well read in their theatre magazines and the porter greets you humbly on the street. The innkeeper inquires of your appetite with his hat in his hands. The tramcars, they'll take you to places in your heart, by the castle they won't fortify. And the undertaker will show you all his gold teeth when it's time to forever take your leave. Take your leave.