Paris

Never been to Paris
You'd have saved the tears you cry
No world of Escher harlequin
No Rembrandt painted smiles

I've never seen New England
Like the seasick sailors do
Never lost my calling
I might never have lost you

Sweet dreams have ways of ending
Just too good to last
Songs seem less enduring
When you hear them fading past

I never left you waiting
Always you say I do
Days exploded promises
Promise left with you

Sad songs have ways of ending
Old songs always do
I wish our song went on forever
Like an old song I once knew

Second to the left
Went straight on til morning
I missed the way you chose to go

Second to the left (Second to the left)
Went straight on til morning (Straight on til morning)
I missed the way you chose to go

Second to the left
Went straight on til morning
I missed the way you chose to go

Second to the left (Second to the left)
Went straight on til morning (Straight on til morning)
I missed the way you chose to go

Hoh-go
Go
Hoh
Heh