did you know that i once saw you
looking down from your window
toward the avenue pierre
and the wind rustled the oak trees while you wrote

and the tourists took their photos
looking out through their lenses
at the things that were not there
and the wind blew threw the tower all the while

and i watched you trace the letters
all the upstarts and go-getters
they can't make it any better
if you're trying to forget her
so forget it, take the high road
and you watch your daytime talk shows
and all the while the river seine flows
and you'll never ever ever ever know

that all those times i saw you
i couldn't see right through you
no matter how i strained my eyes
and the wind took all the colors with the night