The Last Time He Saw Paris





The Last Time He Saw Paris


Once he thought he saw her face

On every woman, in every town

They were beautiful in each their way

And tender as they turned him down


He seemed to think of her every time he los

A kind of feeling that would not lose its grip

It used to sit with him everywhere he was

So he sat out for another trip




The last time he saw Paris in the spring

He couldn’t remember a thing



Once he thought that the time was right

To go out and track her down

Then he found her in the morning light

Right before he was leaving town