You feel the world shifting under your feet
And you start to tremble.
You say a prayer and sigh.
You feel so stupid that you let Paris simply sit there.
You really need to see Paris before you die.
Edith:
You run away to New Mexico where you think you'll find
Some kind of inner peace.
But then you realize peace isn't just a cactus blooming
And Paris might be burning.
Both:
The world can fall apart and
You go on and barely notice,
Hoping it will end before the
Damage is to great to be undone.
One day we'll celebrate when the war is won.
But we'll never believe that Paris is safe.
We'll never be sure that the world is completely good.
Or that we can ever understand the world,
A world that we once thought we under stood.
And there are children in
Boston, Berlin and Rome and London
Who ought to have a chance
To know a world as safe and secure as a lullaby
The way we dreamed of France.
