Music
We were livin' in a nice hotel on the
Avenue
Louise
Workin' on a project there,
it was just my man and me
I was unattached back then,
like a puppet off the street
Crazy pile of broken strings,
only one I had to keep
We walked around the corner,
saw the lights of a little bar
The mood that made me curious,
a chance to look at a while
Inside a couple of tables,
a couple of rock and roll cassettes
I was drinking rum that night
with a barmaid speaking
French
I wonder just how things
have changed
And I wonder where you are
But I wonder if the young
French girl still works in a
Belgian bar
I've
Brussels in
October, the yellow grays all I recall
The rain ran on forever like the
wires on a trolley car
Walking down the new west street,
changing wind blowing through my heart
Only face I couldn't see was
the face of my true love
I've dreamed about the kinds of nice
and the red rocks of the coast
I've dreamed about a frozen path
to the one I love the most
Then I guess it wasn't long
before I was on my feet again
Must have happened someplace quiet,
I don't remember when
I wonder just how things
have changed
And I wonder where you are
But I wonder if the young
French girl still works in a
Belgian bar
When I look over my shoulder
from the window of his terrain
I think about my man again,
I heard him move his plane
We worked hard and we
traveled some to
France and
Italy
When it rained down hard in
Brussels, man,
Hold on, you had me
And when my eyes got tangled
In the honey -colored hair
Of the girl who poured
the drinks that night
When we were talkin' there
She had eyes that seemed to drink us up
And a crooked little smile
When we sailed out for the starry night
When forever
I wonder just how things have changed,
I wonder where you are
But I wonder if a young
French girl still works in a
Belgian bar
I wonder you are
But I wonder if the young
French girl still
works in a
Belgian bar I wonder
if the young
French girl still works
in a bel gian bar