by millard & Millard

when you’re on the outskirts of paris

away from the crowds and cafes

are you coming or are you going

or simply here to stay

a mother must keep watchful eyes

as the vagabonds pass on by

there is a lone, broken-down lamppost

that’s tired and ready to die

bits of grass and stone and rubble

a wasteland some might say

if you have ever lost someone

you know you’ve come this way

when you’re on the outskirts of paris

away from the crowds and cafes

are you coming or are you going

or simply here to stay

or simply here to stay

or simply here to stay