Old Lady Paris - Charles PAsi

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