(Nits)
  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