We were livin' in a nice hotel on the
Workin' on a project there,
it was just my man and me
I was unattached back then,
like a puppet off the street
Crazy pile of broken strings,
We walked around the corner,
saw the lights of a little bar
The mood that made me curious,
a chance to look at a while
Inside a couple of tables,
a couple of rock and roll cassettes
I was drinking rum that night
And I wonder where you are
But I wonder if the young
French girl still works in a
October, the yellow grays all I recall
The rain ran on forever like the
Walking down the new west street,
changing wind blowing through my heart
Only face I couldn't see was
I've dreamed about the kinds of nice
and the red rocks of the coast
I've dreamed about a frozen path
to the one I love the most
Then I guess it wasn't long
before I was on my feet again
Must have happened someplace quiet,
And I wonder where you are
But I wonder if the young
French girl still works in a
When I look over my shoulder
from the window of his terrain
I think about my man again,
I heard him move his plane
When it rained down hard in
And when my eyes got tangled
In the honey -colored hair
When we were talkin' there
She had eyes that seemed to drink us up
And a crooked little smile
When we sailed out for the starry night
I wonder just how things have changed,
French girl still works in a
But I wonder if the young