Nobody left in the airport lounge 
They cleaned the ashtrays 
TV's just wound down 
I've got to wait till morning 
I've got to last the night 
I've only got one book 
To see me through my flight 
 
But when I get to Paris 
We'll paint all our portraits 
In brush-strokes of yellow 
And christen the canvas 
The left bank is crying 
For colour to crown it 
Like the roof of a palace 
We'll drink in the amber 
When I get to Paris 
 
You were the best of Montmartre Street life 
You signed the tablecloth 
Art has its price 
It's so hard to hold on 
To the ghost of your breed 
It takes ambition 
To call the colours you need 
 
I've got to wait till morning 
I've got to last the night 
I've only got one book 
To see me through the flight