Once he thought he saw her face
On every woman, in every town
They were beautiful in each their way
And tender as they turned him down

He seemed to think of her every time he lost
A kind of feeling that would not lose its grip
It used to sit with him everywhere he was
So he sat out for another trip

Chorus
The last time he saw Paris in the spring
He couldn’t remember a thing

Once he thought that the time was right
To go out and track her down
Then he found her in the morning light
Right before he was leaving town