Think of me in Budapest

You told me this is just a dream, but I still held tight
Locked till the clock came to wake me up
Now I open my eyes in my same old bed
As if nothing ever really was

You said words are holy, not voice or tone
The pen could trump the telephone
Guess I'll go to that shoulder where Death goes to cry
And anyone who feels alone

But do you still think of me in Budapest
When you stand by the river and look to the West?
Yes I know I failed, but I tried by best
As the tears flood the ruins of the old Jewish quarter
And the clock keeps ticking
And time keeps waltzing away

He walked into the room in his slick bowtie
Stood sharp in the middle of the hall
You gazed at him with fear in your eye
But I didn't pay him mind at all

His speech made total economic sense
But he never blinked or mentioned love
You never stood a chance
He took you for a dance
And whispered the reasons that justify all

But do you still think of me in Budapest
When you stand by the river and look to the West?
Yes I know I failed, but I tried by best
As the Farandole crowd came to take me away
And the clock keeps ticking
And time keeps waltzing away

Yes, do you still think of me in Budapest
When you stand by the river and look to the West?
Do you still walk the streets with our book in your hand
As I sip on my whisky in this faraway land
And the clock keeps ticking
And time keeps waltzing away