Sorry Jean

There you lay in your car, do you care for a drink?
Too late to call for help, your heart is too week
A bout de force, à bout de souffle, la vie derrière toi
Champs-Élysées, Herald Tribune, this is the end of the line…
It brings a tear, the way you lived your life
It brings a tear, into my own eyes
Marshalltown, Iowa, it’s a long way to gay Paris
Adieu Nina, bonjour tristesse, oh-oh what a bliss !
Brûlée vive sous les spot lights de la nouvelle vague
Found dead in your automobile, it’s breaking my heart
It brings a tear, the way you lived your life
It brings a tear, into my own eyes
You know they would never let you go your way
The Black Panthers, the FBI, no one could ever say…
© Michel Leydier 2011