Belgian Bar

We were living in a nice hotel on the avenue Louise

Workin 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 of tables a couple rock 'n roll cassettes

I was drinkin rum that night with the barmaid speakin 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's all I recall

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

Walkin down the new wet streets ancient wind blowin 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 rust rocks of the coast

I dreamed about a frozen path to the one I missed 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 through 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 that poured the drinks that night when we were talkin

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