The Toblerone Redemption

"Once upon a time you strolled the Amsterdam line, Feelin’ fine, Pickin’ out some Lemon Haze like it was harmless sunshine. But you didn’t know that your mind would overflow, Yeah, the room began to bend, And every table felt like an old forgotten friend. You tried to stand but your legs were overthrown, Floatin’ off alone, Walkin’ like a prophet from a kingdom made of stone… Till you boarded that train on your own… Without your Toblerone. Chorus How does it feel? How does it feel? To be high as a drone, With your bag long gone, Passport unknown, Yeah — without your Toblerone? Verse 2 You drifted through the carriage like a saint who’d lost his shrine, Outta time, Thinkin’ Groningen was destiny but you couldn’t read the sign. You were hummin’ low, Watchin’ Dutch fields glow, Sittin’ still like a monk who forgot which way to go. Then she showed up — NS badge, eyes sharp as a cyclone, Voice like a dial tone, Sayin’ “Mister, you left somethin’ back on the last zone.” And your heart dropped deeper than a stone… When she said ‘your rugzak’s known.’ Chorus How does it feel? How does it feel? To be spaced and alone, With your mind half-blown, And a kindness shown, All for Toblerone? Verse 3 You hit Meppel like a ghost that didn’t wanna be found, Spinnin’ ‘round, Wonderin’ if reality was solid or just soft underground. Back to Zwolle you rode, On that panic overload, Thinkin’ maybe you’d be questioned by the moral police code. Then you saw the couple standing there like they were carved from ozone, Gentle tone, Holdin’ up your backpack like the Ark on a throne — And suddenly you weren’t alone… They saved your Toblerone. Chorus How does it feel? How does it feel? To have strangers unknown, Bring your life back home, With your chocolates shown, Yeah — the last Toblerone? Verse 4 So you offered them the white and black like gifts from holy ground, Silent sound, They smiled like the world still worked when you passed it ‘round. And as they walked away, On that cold Dutch day, You felt faith creep in like a sunbeam breakin’ gray. You opened up the golden bar — your final fragile clone, Soul full-grown, Taste hittin’ like redemption soaked in caramel tone. That’s the moment your heart was sewn… All by Toblerone. Final Chorus How does it feel? How does it feel? When you’re lost, full-blown, But the good is shown, And you stand there known, With your hope regrown… By a gold Toblerone."