Lyrics

Her winter coat was buttoned tight against the wind As she walked towards the ticket office Where to? She tried to find her purse in her cluttered bag Makeup, toothbrush, her notebook, some keys Not enough money to get to Vienna But perhaps she could stay in Paris for a while Nobody knows her there Maybe she could get a job waiting tables Maybe it's best to keep moving Maybe it's best to keep moving She walked towards the ticket office But perhaps she could stay in Paris for a while Nobody knows her there Maybe she could get a job waiting tables And give herself some time to think Give herself some time to think Nobody knows her there Nobody knows her there She walked towards the ticket office
Writer(s): Robert Stanley, Peter Stewart Wiggs, Sarah Cracknell, Paul Field, Stephen Deal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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