Saint-Tropez

Charlie, there is something that I really need to tell you
Let me say it all before you interrupt
I think you know that lately I'm not feeling like myself
It goes deeper than I've probably let on

It has been so long since I have painted
I've got stacks of empty canvases just collecting dust
But I am overcome with a peculiar sense of dread
Every time I go to pick up a paintbrush

And my realtor called yesterday
There's a farmhouse outside of Saint-Tropez
But I don't speak the language, I don't have a plan
But since I was a little girl I've wanted to see France

I'm moving to the South of France
I've been losing who I am
Maybe I can find the spark that I've been looking for
Maybe I can find the nerve to finish my self-portrait

Charlie, I can understand this might come as a shock to you
But I've been thinking 'bout it all for months
This town is full of lawnmowers and labradoodles barking
I can't take the noise and I can't stand the fuss

And further down the street
Mothers who are younger than me
And though that's not a life I ever pictured for myself
It's bittersweet to see that life on everybody else

I'm moving to the South of France
I've been losing who I am, oh
Maybe I can find the peace that I've been looking for
In a sun soaked field of orange trees just outside my door

Now you must be wondering what this means for you and me
Don't you know my wins don't have to be your loss?
When I was younger, I had dreams beyond a husband or a home
It's time I take those off the shelf and dust them off

Charlie, I love you so, but now I've gotta go
And you're welcome to visit, you could even stay
But face it you weren't gonna marry me anyway

I'm moving to the South of France
I've been losing who I am

Leaves are falling down, it's already getting cold
Christmas in the Midwest lost its magic long ago
I think I'll stay here long enough though to see one last fall of snow
Keep me warm a little longer now, then let me go