Текст песни: Union Station (800 N. Alameda St.) + перевод

The travertine speaks of a world gone by

Drape cut, cummerbund, wide patterned neck tie

With mindless magazines I kill time

In the late, great waiting room, elegant decline

A delicate man with a bird-like face

Stutter steps next to me sets down a briefcase

Opines that the palm tree chose to grow

Toward the heavens when there was no further West it could go

In the hall, in the hall

In the hall of the lost

In the hall, in the hall

In the hall of the lost

The line from faded to forgot

Is crossed

In the hall, in the hall, in the hall

In the hall, in the hall of the lost

If Lewis and Clark made an art of the quest

God and Nature and Indians to the West

Is there defeat in a train from LA

When Manifest Destiny brought us all this way?

In the hall, in the hall

In the hall of the lost

In the hall, in the hall

In the hall of the lost

In the hall, in the hall, in the hall

In the hall, in the hall, in the hall

In the hall, in the hall, in the hall

In the hall, in the hall

In the hall of the lost

When the pilasters split to admit the sea

The hands of the clock will be covered in verdigris

I’ll swim to the train and find my seat

And hazard a smile at anyone who looks at me

When the Alkali flats with their cracks pass by

Think of the color wheel, think of the Western sky

Distant city with a distant glow

The hall of the lost has let me go

In the hall, in the hall

In the hall of the lost

In the hall, in the hall

In the hall of the lost

The line from faded to forgot

Is crossed

In the hall of the lost

In the hall, in the hall, in the hall

In the hall, in the hall

In the hall of the lost

Перевод песни Union Station (800 N. Alameda St.)