I've never read a word of Tolstoy
But I'll follow the Volga 'til I'm home
I'll haul the barges and count the stars
White nights with Alina what I need the most
But the motherland is much bigger
I'll have to sit down and figure
For a while
An American abroad
Is the sorriest sight you'll see
Somehow I keep on getting lost
Though you're right in front of me
I'm trying hard not to lose all my patience
But I don't want to see another station
For a while
Almost back to Petersburg
I'll be leaving with the morning freight
Alina why don't you let those letters burn
You wouldn't want to read 'em anyway
I'd rather leave before you feel different
'Cause you can only keep it all hidden
For a while