Postcard from Paris

Dear friend of mine, the weather's fine Today I saw some ruins of the Roman worlds decline And I climbed those Spanish steps, you heard so much about But Rome has lost its glory, I don't know what it's about I wish you were here When the shadows falling and all the rushing traffic's still I wish you were here When the bells are ringing on the Seven Hills I'll make my way to a small cafe I wonder what you did today I wish you were here Dear one at home, I just flew in from Rome Paris is a postcard all decked out in colour chrome So I climbed the Eiffel Tower, I prayed at Notre Dame But I just can't find the romance and I wonder why I came I wish you were here On the Champs-Elysees, lovers walking hand in hand I wish you were here When they take one look at me and seem to understand This city of light is a lovely sight But the first bright star I see tonight I wish you were here Now I write this from the plane Drinking cheap champagne Wondering how two people got so far apart Wish you were here Here in London where the rain is pouring down I wish you were here On this airplane headed back to New York town I'll never leave you alone again I'm coming home but until then I wish you were here I wish you were here I wish you were here