Belgian Bar

We were living in a nice hotel

On the avenue louise

Workin' on a project

There it was just my man and me

I was unattached back then

Like a puppet off his feet

A crazy pile of broken strings

Only one I had to keep

We walked around the corner saw

The lights of a little bar

The mood there made me curious

A chance to forget awhile

Inside a couple of tables

A couple rock 'n roll cassettes

I was drinkin' rum that night

With the barmaid speakin' french

I wonder just how things have changed

I wonder where you are

And I wonder if a young french girl

Still works in a belgian bar

Brussels in october

The yellow gray's all I recall

The rain ran on forever like

The wires on a trolley car

Walkin' down the new wet streets

Ancient wind blowin' through my heart

The only face I couldn't see

Was the face of my true love

I dreamed about the lights of nice

The rust rocks of the coast

I dreamed about a frozen path to

The one I missed

Then I guess it wasn't long before

I was on my feet again

It must have happened someplace quiet

'Cause I don't remember when

I wonder just how things have changed

I wonder where you are

And I wonder if a young french girl

Still works in a belgian bar

When I look over my shoulder

From the window of my train

I think about my man again

Who I heard has moved to spain

We worked hard and we traveled some

Through franceitaly

When it rained down hard in brussels

It poured on you and me

And when my eyes got tangled

In the honey colored hair

Of the girl that poured the drinks

That night when we were talkin' there

She had eyes that seemed to drink

Us up and a crooked little smile

When we sailed off for the starry night

And forever

Took a little while

I wonder just how things have changed

I wonder where you are

And I wonder if a young french girl

Still works in a belgian bar

And I wonder if a young french girl

Still works in a belgian bar