Now,
I am zen
While you count to ten
I'm writing this
With my golden pen
I am zen
On the train back then
Paris ahead
Things came to an end
Was it the sun's sparkles that showed on my face?
You paid for the taxi and my grace
I'll be frank with you,
I'm stuck in the past I still try to
get to see New York
Keep it on my wishlist as we go on
Times will come
James and I'd at rest
Now,
I am zen
On the train back then
Paris ahead
Things started to blend
I am zen
On the train back then
Paris ahead
Things started to blend
With my, with my, with my, with my golden pen
With my golden pen
With my golden, golden, golden
pen
I am zen
On the train back then Paris ahead
Things started to end
I just can't get there I just
can't get there
I just can't get there I just can't get there
I just can't get there I just can't get there
I just can't get there I just can't get there
I just can't get there