In a French cafe, under the moonlight
Feel like I'm living in a Truffaut film
In a French cafe, under the moonlight

And I can't walk away again

I spent a year or three or four astray

But it still feels like yesterday
How do you know when you've done the right thing
Can you feel, with a heart of steel

For all the miles that I've crawled this year
I never expected to see you quite so clear
Spent too many nights making my home at the bar

But here we are

Still got that feeling, I swear it'll never end

Dragging me down, down, down
It's like a scene in a magazine
Like a postcard from a town