Old Lady Paris

Now let me get this straight
Lady’s always late
Cause she still moanin'
For her golden age heroes
And she’s fadin'
Like a cemetery rose
but I’m glad
if we can make it through
Great painters and poets
Have let you down
But you still proudly
Livin' on you past
And it’s time to move on At last
And try to bring something new
You’re my home
The only place
I’ve ever known
The smiling face
On my front door
My city made of tears
The shadow of what I adore
I’ve got money
In my pocket
But not enough to make it Cause lady’s use to live in luxury
I guess she want me down on my knees
But I tell you it’s too much for me Now let me get this straight
Lady’s always late
Cause she still moanin'
For her golden age heroes
And she’s fadin'
Like a cemetery rose
but I’m glad
if we can make it through
You’re my home
The only place
I’ve ever known
Now the stranger
On my back door
My city made of tears
The shadow of what I adore