Postcard from Paris

I wish you were here
Dear one at home
The first bright star I see tonight

And I climbed all those Spanish steps
I'll never leave you alone again
Now, I write this from the plane
On this airplane
Paris is a postcard
I wish you were here

Lovers walk hand in hand
On the Champs Elysees
Drinking cheap champagne
Wish you were here
When the bells are ringing

They take one look at me
Here in London
And prayed at Notre Dame
And so, I climbed the Eiffel Tower
I wish you were here
I make my way to a small cafe
But I just can't find the romance

I wish you were here
I just flew in from Rome
Of the Roman world's decline

I wish you were here
I wish you were here

All decked out in color chrome
On the seven hills
I wonder what you did today
I don't know what it's about
This city of light is a lovely site

Wish you were here
And wondering why
And seem to understand
Where the rain the pouring down
And I wonder why I came
Wish you were here
And all the rushing traffic's still
I wish you were here
When the shadows fall
Two people got so far apart
You've heard of them no doubt
Headed back to New York Town

But Rome has lost its glory

Today, I saw some ruins
I'm coming home but until then