Argenteuil in July

Charlie's friends gathered on the eighth-floor terrace They're drinking Pellegrino and eating paté We talk about the yellow vests and Tuesday's game The neighbor's nieces are in town for the week And they only say hi when they're with him I hear their English music as I carry the dishes to the kitchen This afternoon they might have seen me naked, turning read and reading Wilde At midnight I'll be dancing on the toolshed coaxing anger from my eyes But down by the green door Out and the stone's cold Dart through the arcade, duck past the temple Sigh at the river, try to be a drifter Families are crowding the archways you'd like to disappear through Charlie got a job for me at a storage facility I never paid for the train Then I got caught without a validated ticket stub But odds were it wouldn't happen again On site I just made lists of empty boxes and guys Who owed us and sorted through mail On weekends I drowned myself in park fountains and department store sales But down by the green door Out and the stone's cold Dart through the arcade, duck past the temple Sigh at the river, try to be a drifter Families are crowding the archways you'd like to disappear through Sigh at the river, try to be a drifter Drift up the north coast, where only the French go Without all the film festivals Though I'd rather attend one of those Wade through the ocean, onto the island Here 'cause it's low tide, gone when the tide's high Bike past the sand dunes, wince at the bright blue Wait at the station and realize you're on your way to a place that's not home Down by the green door Out and the stone's cold Dart through the arcade, duck past the temple Sigh at the river, try to be a drifter Families are crowding the archways you'd like to disappear through