Old man's blues

Streetwalking in Paris
The neons are bright
Whispering lovers
Go in to the night

Big city dynamics
And he’s eighty-one
What is ahead of him
So much he could have done

Eyes in Montmartre
In search for a seat
His heart is pounding
Must lower its beat

He ‘s been here many times
In all stages of his life
To feel the city-rythme
And always with his wife

But this time is different
She’s no more alive
He ’s still got this feeling
To recover his wife

Reviving in France
Memories with her
Sitting on the stairs
Leading to the Sacre Coeur

Parisien women
Dressed mostly in black
Brisk paces, proud faces
And not looking back

What is the meaning
Of staying around
The answers he looks for
Will never be found

He will start packing
And enter the train
At home there ‘s a start
To find meaning again

Paris is lovely
And vibrant in spring
For a man in despair
That’s not a good thing.

Tekst en muziek: Ton van der Winden
muziek: Tom Kwakernaat