Postcard from Paris

Dear friend of my mine

Weather's fine

Today, I saw some ruins

Of the Roman world's decline

And I climbed all those Spanish steps

You've heard of them no doubt

But Rome has lost its glory

I don't know what it's about

I wish you were here

When the shadows fall

And all the rushing traffic's still

I wish you were here

When the bells are ringing

On the seven hills

I make my way to a small cafe

I wonder what you did today

Wish you were here

Dear one at home

I just flew in from Rome

And Paris is a postcard

All decked out in color chrome

And so, I climbed the Eiffel Tower

And prayed at Notre Dame

But I just can't find the romance

And I wonder why I came

I wish you were here

On the Champs Elysees

Lovers walk hand in hand

I wish you were here

They take one look at me

And seem to understand

This city of light is a lovely site

The first bright star I see tonight

Wish you were here

Now, I write this from the plane

Drinking cheap champagne

And wondering why

Two people got so far apart

I wish you were here

Here in London

Where the rain the pouring down

I wish you were here

On this airplane

Headed back to New York Town

I'll never leave you alone again

I'm coming home but until then

Wish you were here

I wish you were here

Wish you were here