| Taking on water, | |
| Sailing a restless sea | |
| From a memory, | |
| A fantasy. | |
| The wind carries | |
| Into white water, | |
| Far from the islands. | |
| Don't you know you're never going to get to | |
| France. Mary, | |
| Queen of Chance, will they find you? | |
| Never going to get to | |
| France. Could a new romance ever bind you? | |
| Walking on foreign ground, | |
| Like a shadow, | |
| Roaming in far off | |
| Territory. | |
| Over your shoulder, | |
| Stories unfold, you're | |
| Searching for sanctuary. | |
| You know you're never going to get to | |
| France. Mary, | |
| Queen of Chance, will they find you? | |
| Never going to get to | |
| France. Could a new romance ever bind you? | |
| I see a picture | |
| By the lamp's flicker. | |
| Isn't it strange how | |
| Dreams fade and shimmer? | |
| Never going to get to | |
| France. Mary, | |
| Queen of Chance, will they find you? | |
| Never going to get to | |
| France. Could a new romance ever bind you? |