paroles de chanson Folk Song 8 - Paris Street

Carrie, will you wait for me on this warm Christmas day
I'll meet you at the Irish bar for their free Christmas buffet
And I know you don't eat turkey but sometimes we must forgive
When you're poor and vegetarian something's gotta give

We'll drink beer and catch up on all the time since we last met
I'll tell you all about Nashville as I conceal my regret
And you'll discuss Miami Beach and how school's going for you
And how your boyfriend sees you through and through

Well it's really great to see you but it only makes things worse
You asked me not to fall for you but you said 'I love you' first
Now what am I supposed to do, just hold everything back
Well I'm tired of restraint, I'm sick of being the doormat

And now you're in south Florida and I'm in Tennessee
Two hours on a plane is still a half a world for me
And Tampa was our stomping ground for such a short, sweet time
It stinks but I still wish that you were mine

So i'm sorry if I spoil your holiday with my protests
I'm sorry for my honest when lying would work best
And I'm sorry if I still bemoan the good times that we knew
And I'm sorry if I don't forget as quickly as you do

Well I know that it's unfair for me to say I've suffered most
When we all suffer differently and we must move on, I know
And if the tables were turned I would certainly make haste
To find another tall girl to embrace

Well I guess sometimes we all have got to spill our guts in song
Bare our souls awhile before the fictions come along
To cover or enhance all the pleasures and the pains
All told in the best possible way to entertain

So despite all that I've said I wish the best for you and yours
If he's your source for happiness then I hope that it endures
But if some day you find yourself longing for escape
Remember Nashville's not that far away
No, Tennessee is not that far away