A summer evening on the Champs Elysees
A secret rendezvous they planned for days
A sea of faces in a crowded cafe
The sound of laughter as the music plays.
Jean-Claude was a student at the Universite
Louise-Marie was just a world away.
He recalled the night they met was warm with laughter
The words were music as she turned away.
I’ll meet you at midnight under the moonlight
I’ll meet you at midnight.
But Jean-Claude
Louise-Marie will never be.
Each cigarette will light a thousand faces
Each hour that passed seemed like a thousand years
Midnight was turning into empty s***es
The sound of laughter disappeared.
I’ll meet you at midnight under the moonlight
. . .
A summer morning on the Champs Elysees
The empty tables of the street cafes
The sunlight melting through an open doorway
Jean-Claude is left to face another day.
I’ll meet you at midnight under the moonlight
. . .
But Jean-Claude
Louise-Marie will never be.