Sitting here with a glass of Malbec in my hand
Looking at pictures of the River Danube
Making a stand
Wearing a smile under my homburg hat
Wishing I was somewhere else
Stroking my cat
Then old Alexander burst upon the scene
Saying he needed to tell me where he’d just been
I looked him up and down with a withering eye
Told him to roll again and not even try
He laughed and cried with tears of rage
Opened his beak like a bird in a cage
The waitress walked over with a frown of concern
I looked at my wallet as it started to burn
There are lessons in life you have to unlearn
And mistakes are too many for me left to yearn
Oh, it’s fine to feel to free
Oh, it’s good with eyes to see
Oh, I want you and I to be
Lead me down again to the capital C
Sitting here with a glass of Shiraz in my hand
Looking at pictures of Strauss’s blue Danube
Making a stand
Wearing a smile under my old felt hat
Wishing I was somewhere else
Stroking my cat
The young waitress she sat down next to me
I smiled at her wanly and signed the billet for free
She looked me up and down and started to laugh
I told her my name and pulled up my scarf
She laughed and cried with tears of pain
And just at that moment it started to rain
The waitress walked away muttering French
I looked and my glass the dryness to quench
There are lessons in life you have to unlearn
And mistakes are too many for me left to yearn
Oh, it’s fine to feel to free
Oh, it’s good with eyes to see
Oh, I want you and I to be
Lead me down again to the capital C
