Trees of bronze, fields of gold
Skies of blue, but turning cold
In my heart and in my voice
Seeking out the other choice
For my love and I we are caught
Life of work with families fraught
All the pains past teenage angst
Lets cut our losses & sail to France
Buy the gite and start to dance
Yet in truth we know we're tied
Fanciful times of love we cried
So smell the coffee & tie the lace
It’s off to work, we're on the case
