stop sitting in that Paris street

you know I hate it when you crash

through all the flags that people wear

and all the chords are played by shoes

in the music of the crowds

 

with melodies of rushing by

while you sip coffee graciously

the whole wide world will brush your arm

and stirring won’t control the flow

your thoughts are slowly leaking

 

eventually the day has flown

and all you did was watch a while

but did you change a single thing

you always said you’d write a life

perhaps without you knowing