Postcards From Paris

Intro: Verse: Dear friend of my mine The 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 its 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 Verse: Dear one at home I just flew in from Rome Paris is a postcard all decked out in colour 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 Wish you were here On the Champs Elysees lovers walk hand in hand 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 Bridge: Now I write this from the plane Drinking cheap champagne And wondering why two people got so far apart Wish you were here Here in London where the rain is pouring down 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