A Peculiar Noise Called "Train Director"

If I'm going out I want to take with me A month of golden Sundays If we're heading out, should we bring the map? Or should we lose ourselves in meaning Where we are In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings Where we are In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings If you come back down, you should hear the sound Of xylophones gently breathing Where we are In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings Where we are In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings Question what's in sight as the sun is setting And the airplanes hit boundaries Waterfalls fell on an optical atlas What was remains the same It took up residence With a peculiar noise that's called "train director" Where we are In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings Where we are In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings