Postcards From Paris (wish You Were Here)

Dear friend of my mine

The weather's fine

Today i saw some ruins of the roman world's decline

And i climbed all those spanish steps

You've heard of them no doubt

But rome has lost its glory, i don't know what its about.

I wish you were here

When the shadows fall and all the rushing traffic's still

I wish you were here

When the bells are ringing on the seven hills

I make my way to a small cafe, i wonder what you did today

Wish you were here

Dear one at home.

I just flew in from rome,

Paris is a postcard all decked out in colour chrome

And so i climbed the eiffel tower

And prayed at notre dame

But i just can't find the romance

And i wonder why i came

Wish you were here

On the champs elysees lovers walk hand in hand

Wish you were here

They take one look at me and seem to understand

This city of light is a lovely site, the first bright star i see tonight

Wish you were here

Now i write this from the plane

Drinking cheap champagne

And wondering why two people got so far apart

Wish you were here, here in london where the rain the pouring down

Wish you were here

On this airplane headed back to new york town

I'll never leave you alone again. i'm coming home but until then

Wish you were here

I wish you were here

Wish you were here.