Belgian Bar

We were living in a nice hotel on the Avenue Louise

Working on a project there, it was just my man and me

I was unattached back then like a puppet off his feet

A 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 there made me curious, a chance to forget awhile

Inside a couple tables, a couple rock 'n' roll cassettes

I was drinking rhum that night with a barmaid speaking French

I wonder just how things have changed

I wonder where you are

And I wonder if a young French girl still works in a Belgian bar

Brussels in October, the yellow gray is all I recall

The rain ran on forever like the wires on a trolley car

Walking down the new-wet streets

Ancient wind blowing through my heart

The only face I couldn't see was the face of my true love

I dreamed about the lights of Nice, the rough spots of the coast

I dreamed about a frozen past to the one I miss the most

Then I guess it wasn't long before I was on my feet again

It must have happened someplace quiet 'cause I don't remember when

I wonder just how things have changed

I wonder where you are

And I wonder if a young French girl still works in a Belgian bar

When I look over my shoulder from the window of my train

I think about my man again who I heard has moved to Spain

We worked hard and we traveled some to France and Italy

When it rained down hard in Brussels, it poured on you and me

And when my eyes got tangled in the honey-colored hair

Of the girl who poured the drinks

That night when we were talking there

She had eyes that seemed to drink us up and a crooked little smile

When we sailed off for the starry

Night and forever took a little while

I wonder just how things have changed

I wonder where you are

And I wonder if a young French girl still works in a Belgian bar

I wonder if a young French girl still works in a Belgian bar