Every Fucking City

We argued on the Channel train to Paris
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again
But by the time that we got down to Lyon
Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain
We split up for a while in Barcelona
We met up six days later in Madrid
I was hoping that the break would
Make things go a little better for us
And for a little while it almost did
Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen
And I'm trying hard to forget your name
And I'm staring at the label on a bottle of cerveza
And every fucking city feels the same
You said to call you when I got to London
A French girl told me that you'd left a note
I said to her, "I like your accent," and she thought I sounded funny
So we ended up drinking heavily in Soho
Foolishly I followed you to Dublin
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar
And all the bright young things were
Throwing up their Guinness in the gutters
And once I thought I saw you from afar
Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki
And they're playing "La Vida Loca" once again
And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap but I'm a chance here
And every fucking city sounds the same
At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam
An email from you said you'd gone to Rome
For a minute I thought, "Mmm, Fellini, Roma, La Dolce Vita"
But anyway, sounded like you weren't alone
So I headed north until I got to Hamburg
A chilly city suits a troubled soul
And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much
To kick me out before I'd even reached my goal
Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm
And the waiter here, he wants me to know his name (Sven)
And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages
But every fucking city tastes the same
Arrivederci, au revoir, auf wiedersehen
Hasta la vista, baby
Every fucking city's just the same