I remember back in paris
Where I lived a year or two
I would hang out in the cafes
Just to get me in the mood

I would climb the champs elysees
Then wind up at the Moulin rouge 
Life just seemed to be so easy 
Like I'd win and never lose

In the bistrots by the river
I would come to meet my friends
We would talk about forever
Like the dream would never end

We would sleep in in the morning 
And we's paint the crowds by night 
Figures still beneath the awnings
Till the early morning light 

How I wonder how they're faring 
All my paris paiter friends
Did they find it overbearing
Or did they make it in the end

If you scroll across the pavings
In the heart of sacre Coeur
There's a monet in the making 
Every corner that you turn

Yeah the dreams there for the to king 
In the canvas of the world