It's mid-July and I've been dry
Alone to Southern France
Where up so high, the air is thin
And I can see the end
And everything's been done
But not by you and me
Cheers to a dark bar in this comedy
[?] slow [?]
As I'm mounting the debris
I'm just another tourist folks
With nowhere else to be
And everything's been done
But not by you and me
Cheers to a dark bar in this comedy
Oh, everything's been done
But not by you and me
Cheers to a dark bar in this comedy