Turkish Canal

when the willows blow
 everything you know
 and the days they wax and wane
 for the cares of your heart
 and the loves you might start
 and the song of your life remains
 through the peaked and bleak
 to the riches you seek
 the choice has always been yours
 divine in the time
 just look for the sign
 and some day i'll be standing
 at your door
 over the ocean
 cross the beaten ground
 when true love comes looking
 it's best you be found
 highways and heartbreaks
 and the train's lonesome sound
 it's a long way to berlin
 and it's turkish canal
 when the s of madness
 feed on the sadness
 and hope turns to despair
 listen for your voice
 the only true voice
 the one that clings to the air
 follow the way
 takes you that day
 and the ghosts will all fade away
 whether you follow the goes
 and step aside the stays
 or let grow the roots that remain
 you'll be haunted by day
 and the waking nights
 by the games
 that love likes to play
 there's beauty within
 the lonely that sin
 for their love
 will always transcend
 the idea that a man
 will make his last stand
 for the one
 with his picture in her eyes