Paris Street - Folk Song 3 paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Folk Song 3 - Paris Street




Seeing our friends
Through the camera's lens
And the good times that we used to have
Our alcohol breath
And the light cigarettes
And the drugs so unselfishly passed
But the parties are done
And the morning has come
And sobriety deals us a blow
The house is a mess
There are beer bottles left
On the carpet that's stained with merlot
The workday begins
We crawl back to routines
Of the everyday and the mundane
In seconds we miss
All the fun and blissful
Excesses of our holidays
The hours are spent
Wondering where they went
We are tired and broke and alone
The friends we embraced
With a warm drunken grace
Are just voices from the telephone
A night at the bar
After a week of catharsis
A pint or three to wash it down
When I'm drinking slow
Then the bartender knows
I am dreaming of leaving this town
But the thought of my friends
Brings those dreams to an end
They are set aside for another time
Some phone calls are made
Soon we're all at my place
We are laughing and drinking cheap wine
But as soon as they've left
I start to second-guess
All my choices and what they might mean
Do I leave it behind
Or just stay here resigned
To a life of content wondering
I think of this land
With a wide-eyed romantic's
Sense of all I can possible have
Do I go out and see
Where this life might take me
Or just shrug it off with a nervous laugh
The night is just made up
Of stars unaware of
The power that they can convey
The meanings derived
The effects on the lives
Of so many so far away
But they do me no use
When it comes time to choose
Whether to go or stay as before
It won't get any better
I know it's now or never
There's no reason to wait anymore
The charm of the road
And the countless ways to go
The possibilities once on the way
There are stories all around
There are lovers to be found
And mistakes that just need to be made
There's no more need for thinking
I'll pack up my things
Sing a long hug goodbye to my friends
Then get in my car
Drive while counting the stars
I'll be smiling and dreaming again



Writer(s): Carl Polgar


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