Vivienne

Spending my free time just hanging out
Watching the passersby go by
At the Vivienne Gallery

I pretend to read, to write
I stare into space
And dive into my memories

Vivienne

Time stands still
Miles to cross
All the way to the Champs-Élysées

And every night
When the evening lights
Fade away softly
A journey through time

Whiskey by the evening
And painting by the day
Living close to the Left Bank
And the old Champs-Élysées

Haussmann clears the city streets
And much to my dismay
Bulldozed into boulevards
But what about the arcades?
Oh Vivienne
Left Greenwich Village far behind

And every night
The lights go down softly
We're strangers on a tour
A passenger in yours

And think of me fondly
A quirky connoisseur
The everyday flâneur

Like a painting coming to life
Like a sweetness you can sense
Time stands still and I pause
Sheltered from the city
The perfect story