Paris

When you land in Paris and they wave you right through

Though your passport picture, doesn't look much like you

They don't look at your luggage, they don't look at your face

Cause you pose no danger and you're such a disgrace

You go out walking down the Champs D'Elysees

And your spirits are sinking, it can happen that way

When you do your best Bogart and they don't seem to care

They walk right down the sidewalk like you ain't even there

Lookin' in the wrong direction

Seein' it from the inside out

The way you couldn't wait for Christmas

The way you used to twist and shout

It must be the jet lag, you hope it'll pass

You check your reflection in the store front glass

Kinda gray at the temples, kinda goes with the hat

Kinda round in the middle but it ain't even that

It's nothing you can see, it's nothing you can smell

But you pose no danger and man they can tell

Lookin' in the wrong direction

Seein' it from the inside out

The way you couldn't wait for Christmas

The way you used to twist and shout

You see it in the mirror in the morning

You feel it in the middle of the night

Sleeping with your eyes wide open

Waking with the shades drawn tight