Written by Kevin Bacon 

Strings written and arranged by Michael Bacon 

 

"A guide book for the paranoid." KB 

 

I'm in Paris, won't be here long 

But after all it's Paris, guess I'd better write a song 

It's so wonderful, so magical, so romantic 

Note to self to change that line, it's too pedantic 

 

But it's Paris, I've come so far 

I've made it all the way from the bed 

To my guitar 

You can call me doom and gloom 

There ain't no way I'm stepping outside the hotel room 

 

I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner 

I'm terrified of what's outside beyond that door 

I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner 

A prisoner of 424 

 

Brought a girl to Paris, she didn't like the food 

She said the time change was killing her 

The waiters were rude 

But if she was here now, she'd make this all go away 

She'd say baby let's pretend we're not in Paris for the day 

 

I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner 

I'm terrified of what's outside beyond that door 

I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner 

A prisoner in room 424 

 

I should visit Saint-Germain des Pres 

Take a walk, down the Champs Elysees 

But this room is the only place to hide 

From the gargoyles, waiting just outside 

 

I'm in Paris, I see angels in the wall 

I hear Arabians running in the hall 

See I'm in this room and this room is who I am 

And if you don't like that I don't' give 

A good God Notre Dame 

 

I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner 

I'm terrified of what's outside beyond that door 

I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner 

A big strong guy like me, imagine that 

I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner 

A prisoner of quatre deux qua