I was stood out on the deck tonight
I held a whiskey with my knuckles white
And I kept thinking about the last time
Half way to France with you on my mind
Now we're driving on the country road
Half an hour out of Cherbourg
The sun was high and the air was hot
Just like a scene that ol' Fitzgerald wrote
There'll be a time when we're both much older
And we'll lock eyes in a crowded room
And then you'll see that it was always you
And then you'll know that there was only you
There was a light on in your room tonight
I wasn't sneaking only passing by
I took a minute before I walked away
How could I knock? What would I even say?
So I went walking through the streets tonight
All kind of shabby in the neon light
I carried on to the central square
I found my place and I just lay there