Fog rolls off the river at dawn
Taxi meter clicks the night is gone
Ferry horn blows low and long
I climb the stairs where I belong
Midnight terrace rooftops breathe slow
Seine reflects the amber glow
Deckhand boots on stone worn thin
Paris hums beneath my skin
Cobblestones remember every fare
Rain sings soft on zinc roof there
Wine stain dries on wooden chair
Sunset paints the Saint-Germain air
Midnight terrace rooftops breathe slow
Seine reflects the amber glow
Deckhand boots on stone worn thin
Paris hums beneath my skin
Old proverb speaks in the wind
Time's a passenger not a friend
Smoke curls up from Gauloise end
Rooftops stretch where dreams ascend
No meter running no fare to count
Just chimney smoke and church bells sound
The city exhales quiet deep
Promises the dawn will keep
Lantern flickers on the iron rail
Memories of shifts tell every tale
Coins tossed in a copper pail
Morning writes a new detail
Midnight terrace rooftops breathe slow
Seine reflects the amber glow
Deckhand boots on stone worn thin
Paris hums beneath my skin
Engine sleeps beneath the quay
Deckhand walks where shadows play
Terrace holds the break of day
Paris wakes in silver grey
Midnight terrace rooftops breathe slow
Seine reflects the amber glow
Deckhand boots on stone worn thin
Paris hums beneath my skin
Rooftops breathe the city sleeps
Deckhand promise midnight keeps