Everybody's Paris, Pt. 2

Everybody's gardens, everybody's gates Everybody's pusher'spushingeverybody's weight Everybody's Paris, everybody's spring Everybodyfeelsthe same wayabouta lot of things Everybody'sputtingaway the plates Washing the glasses,seeingtheir face Looking over my shoulder, everybody's there I step into a doorway, I slip into a chair Ithoughtas we werewalkingyouwouldoffer me a line The way aloversomehow does from time to time But no Everybody's flowers, love to be received Held up to our noses, everybody's pleased Everybody sees you,everybodysmiles Everybody'snailscome out,everybodyflies Everybody circles,everybodybows Everybody'shandsare held as long as it's allowed Above the chimneys, upabovethe clouds Everybody'sairplaneislookingfor the ground Everybody's in Paris, everybody's been seen Everybody's beenrecognizedwhen they'rewakingfrom a dream Like thesunlightin the morning, thestarsat night Everybodyfeelsjust like me and everybody's right Ithoughtas we werewalkingyouwouldoffer me a line The way aloversomehow does from time to time But no onetakescomfort inloversholdinghandsanymore Everybody's gardens, everybody's gates Everybody's pusher'spushingsomeone else's weight Everybody's Paris, everybody's spring Everybodyfeelsthe same wayabouta lot of things Everybody'sputtingaway the plates Washing the glasses,seeingtheir face Looking over my shoulder, everybody's there I step into a doorway, I slip into a chair Everybody's flowers, love to be received Held up to our noses,everybodysneeze