Lyrics / The Wondering Traveler
PARIS (Smoke On The Sidewalk)
New stamp. Same soul. Paris. Wet stone streets, lights in the Seine I walk past love like a slow moving train Fashion in windows, price tags loud Two steps later, a man heads down Rich talk soft in a champagne room Broke talk quiet under bridge gloom I don’t judge, I just write what I see City got romance and receipts on me Rain on the face Cold in the hands I feel the night move Without a plan Paris, Paris, pull me close, pull me close Streetlight halo, smoke in my coat Hands in the air, then we breathe that sound Old world heartbeat with a new bass down Paris, Paris, pull me close, pull me close I’m not a postcard, I’m a pulse that broke If the night got a story, let it talk, let it talk I’m walking with the rhythm where the shadows spark Café chairs, late laughs, cigarette glow A painter out front with a tired hello Tour bus flash, Eiffel shine But my mind stuck on the other line Someone selling roses like a fragile hustle Someone counting euros with a calm muscle I’m in the middle of the beauty and mess Trying to keep my head while the city gets dressed Don’t sell me perfect I want it raw Don’t call it fate I walk my law Paris la nuit, ça brûle et ça soigne Je tombe un peu, mais je tiens la ligne Fumée, lumière, je perds le nord Mais j’avance encore Paris, Paris, pull me close, pull me close Streetlight halo, smoke in my coat Hands in the air, then we breathe that sound Old world heartbeat with a new bass down Paris, Paris, pull me close, pull me close I’m not a postcard, I’m a pulse that broke If the night got a story, let it talk, let it talk I’m walking with the rhythm where the shadows spark I came for the romance, stayed for the truth For the cracks in the gold, for the worn out youth City don’t care if I glow or I fade Still I learn from the moves that the night lights made Paris, Paris, pull me close, pull me close Streetlight halo, smoke in my coat If the night got a story, let it talk, let it talk I’m walking with the rhythm where the shadows spark Pull me close, pull me close Pull me close, pull me close Paris la nuit, ça brûle et ça soigne Je tombe un peu, mais je tiens la ligne Fumée, lumière, je perds le nord Mais j’avance encore Smoke in my coat, but I’m still moving.