Couch in Montmatre Lyrics

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