I'm so glad I've found this I'm so glad I did I'm so glad I've found this I'm so glad I did People are fragile things, you should know by now Be careful what you put them through People are fragile things, you should know by now You'll speak when you're spoken to It breaks when you don't force it It breaks when you don't try It breaks if you don't force it It breaks if you don't try People are fragile things, you should know by now Be careful what you put them through People are fragile things, you should know by now You'll speak when you're spoken to With one hand you calm me With one hand I'm still With one hand you calm me With one hand I'm still People are fragile things, you should know by now Be careful what you put them through People are fragile things, you should know by now You'll speak when you're spoken to Ahhhh You'll speak when you're spoken to You'll speak when you're spoken to He'll speak when he's spoken to She'll speak when she's spoken to

Meet me at the station underneath the clock Carry an umbrella, no need to talk The man in the Homburg, hiding in the fog Will be watching Get yourself a ticket, go through the gate At seven forty-five precisely, don't be late If anybody follows, don't hesitate Keep on walking And take the night train to Munich Rumbling down the track After half an hour in the restaurant car Look for the conductor And there will be a stain on his tunic A paper underneath his arm Then you gotta pray that he doesn't look away Or you'll never, never, never come back. When you get the paper take a look inside On page twenty-seven there's a photo of a bride Underneath the story of a man who died In Morocco Memorize the article word for word The man in the Homburg understands the code Make sure the conversation isn't overheard They're around you Upon that night train to Munich Rumbling down the track After half an hour in the restaurant car Look for the conductor And there will be a stain on his tunic A paper underneath his arm Then you gotta pray that he doesn't look away Or you'll never, never, never come back. I really wouldn't ask if there was anybody else But I know you've got the knack of taking care of yourself They don't know your face so there won't be anyone Looking for you When you get to Munich we'll be waiting in the car Don't look around, just walk straight out If you don't show, I'm sorry for the pain I caused you Upon that night train to Munich Rumbling down the track After half an hour in the restaurant car Look for the conductor And there will be a stain on his tunic A paper underneath his arm Then you gotta pray that he doesn't look away Or you'll never, never, never come back.