Letras
Off the train which way to take
Well, I'm never sure so I'm walking tall, bags and all
To the Kodak store
Well the migrants there in their broken French
Told me the way to that place I was looking for
Had all but been destroyed in the holy war
So I get a little lost and I end up in some back-lot world hotel
Just a writin' songs on a balcony
And the noises behind me distracting my heart
Boomin' from my room there's a couple makin' love
So secretly with the neons on
And I slept, and I slept
I slept good and long
On that old couch in Montmatre
Couch in Montmatre
In Montmatre, couch in Montmatre
The next morning arrives on the Parisian tube
And I found out your place
A navigational nightmare through market-ville
And yuppie-town
We saw the Saturday parade
Now he's almost in his grave
We heard Neil Young singing two-chord songs
In the cool of the shade of a billabong
And I slept, and I slept
I slept good and long
On that old couch in Montmatre
Couch in Montmatre
In Montmatre
The couch in Montmatre
Well, I'm almost home
And we thought all of our disneylands had come at once
But ours was a three-day love
A love that was meant to end
A love of ease, of eggs and bacon
And convenience and kings and country
That left us finite beings kissing in a photo tree
Old traditions in new spaces
Ancient culture on the mend
Birds are flying high and leaving for the spring
In Montmatre
The couch in Montmatre
In Montmatre
The couch in Montmatre