On a sunday morning The bus is stopping At the espresso bar She's stepping out Into the light and disappears Christine you're in a dream Oh Christine 'I like to buy a postcard Of the falls And send it home When he calls I will keep it as a bookmark For I keep forgetting all the words' Christine you're in a dream Oh Christine On a sunday night The bus is leaving At the espresso bar She sits behind the window And waves 'goodbye' Christine you're in a dream Oh Christine