Sometimes I think of Mrs. T
She was always such a sweet lady
I went down, down to Montreal
To chase her younger days,
A half-smoked cigarette and a broken phrase
I went down, down to Saint-Laurent
Et cest l que jai vu
Le ciel et la terre prs du moi.
Et cest l que jai vu.
Tout au mme temps.
Sometimes I think about Rita
Shell hunt down words just to feed ya.
I wrote it down and wrote out again.
Now she lives across the pond,
Learning to eat with a foreign tongue.
I wrote it down
And it became a song.
Et cest l que jai vu
Le ciel et la terre prs du moi.
Et cest l que jai vu.
Tout au mme temps
Et cest l que jai vu
Le ciel et la terre prs du moi.
Et cest l que jai vu.
Tout au mme temps.
Now I think about David
And what he was like as a little kid.
I walked down and introduced myself.
He must’ve shaken lots of hands,
Learned the language of many a man.
I walked down and made him my friend.
Et cest l que jai vu
Le ciel et la terre prs du moi.
Et cest l que jai vu.
Tout au mme temps.
Et cest l que jai vu
Le ciel et la terre prs du moi
Et cest l que jai vu.
Tout au mme temps.