Track Insight / Lyrics
Cobblestones whisper, a city's old sighs,
Under lamplight, where memory lies.
Rain-slicked granite, a silver sheen,
Paris stone remembers what's been.
Been drivin' these streets for forty years, see?
Each stone holds a story, confided to me.
Lovers and losers, dreams lost and won,
Reflected in puddles 'til the risin' sun.
The Seine keeps rollin', a steady beat,
Wheels hum a rhythm beneath my feet.
This ancient pavement, a timeless grace,
A map of the moments in every place.
Paris stone, cold and gray,
Witness to yesterday.
Secrets held in every crack,
Never lookin' back, never lookin' back.
Saw Hemingway drinkin', lost in his thought,
Heard Édith Piaf singin' the songs she'd fought.
Old men playin' chess in the Jardin du Lux,
Little moments captured, like beautiful flux.
The Seine keeps rollin', a steady beat,
Wheels hum a rhythm beneath my feet.
This ancient pavement, a timeless grace,
A map of the moments in every place.
Paris stone, cold and gray, Witness to yesterday.
Secrets held in every crack,
Never lookin' back, never lookin' back.
A bride in white satin, a nervous young groom,
A painter with canvas, escaping the gloom.
A student with books, a hurried pace,
Each life a small echo in this crowded space.
Paris stone, cold and gray,
Witness to yesterday.
Secrets held in every crack,
Never lookin' back, never lookin' back.
The tourists all hurry, with cameras in hand,
Tryin' to capture magic they don't understand.
They see the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre's grand art,
But miss the soul breathin' within this heart.
Paris stone, cold and gray, Witness to yesterday.
Secrets held in every crack,
Never lookin' back, never lookin' back.
I'll drive these old streets 'til my engine gives way,
Then become part of Paris, another day.
One more stone rememberin', silent and deep,
The stories the city forever will keep.
Paris stone, cold and gray, Witness to yesterday.
Secrets held in every crack,
Never lookin' back, never lookin' back.
Paris stone, forever true,
Waitin' for me and waitin' for you.
Cobblestones say low, a city's old sighs…
Paris stone…under lamplight…lies.
Paris stone…remembers…always…lies.
