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 the most
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 France and Italy
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