i've a picture of you--
a parisian street, early morning, late spring.
and i know what you were thinking.
you were taking a break from life. you were traveleing light
(a pair of walking shoes and a sweater).
you were where you were when you pictured where you'd be--
anywhere but home.
well it's you last chance to change things.
i know you've been getting by alright,
and alright's okay for the day to day, but for the rest of your life?
an honest face like that,
you just can't take back that easy.
an honest face like that,
i just can't forget too easy.
(god knows i'm trying...)