Last night in Paris
I walk home alone
Au Lapin Agile is closed
But it was still worth
The hike up the hill
For the view from the Sacre Coeur
I can’t speak a word
Of the French that I took
I can barely pronounce my own name
So I bury my face
In this Patti Smith book
Just a kid with American shame

Oh reeds and whispers
Silence and strings
The Orsay, the Eiffel, the Seine
And maybe this feeling will never come again

By curtains of crimson
On the coronet stage
The nickels and heartbreakers fly
One of these days
Before I go crazy
Maybe I’ll learn how to try
I’m working one job
Just to pay for a second
That don’t justify the first
Was I born to write songs
Or born to right wrongs
I don’t even know which is worse

I see dreamers, dealers
In diamonds and skin
From my room at Hotel Rosslyn
And maybe this feeling will never come again

First night in New Orleans
Where people make wishes
On a statue of Joan of Arc
There’s a joke I’d make
‘Bout being burned at the stake
But I’m trying not to be so dark
Maybe I’d love you
If I got to know you
But I’m not sure if I want to know
They say it’s not that cold
Anymore in Alaska
But still cold enough to snow

Oh memories, fingerprints
Tyrants and tears
What never starts can never end
But maybe this feeling will never come again