And the late night city bars
My guess is
We never would have made it
If it wasn’t for your faraway gaze
In the back seat of those old stingrays
My guess is
We never would have made it
Jeune fille from La Rochelle
You drove me close to, well
Let’s say I was driven
You talked, I listened
We faced into the breeze
Such times to be at ease
If it wasn’t for the stars
And the late night city bars
My guess is
We never would have made it
If it wasn’t for your faraway gaze
In the back seat of those old stingrays
My guess is
We never would have made it
My guess is
We never would have made it
Jeune femme from Bordeaux
Who danced away, heavenly so
I was laconic in your arms
My sonic boom raised no alarm
We faced the open seas
Yes I begged you, yes please
If it wasn’t for the stars
And the late night city bars
My guess is
We never would have made it
If it wasn’t for your faraway gaze
In the back seat of those old stingrays
My guess is
We never would have made it
Joven señora from Bilbao
Your conversation, never slow
Such inspired invitations
Beauty offered by deliberation
We strolled to the Guggenheim
With you close, I said pray be mine
If it wasn’t for the stars
And the late night city bars
My guess is
We never would have made it
If it wasn’t for your faraway gaze
In the back seat of those old stingrays
My guess is
We never would have made it
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