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