To France

<br>Taking on water<br>sailing a restless sea from a memory<br>a fantasy.<br>The wind carries into white water<br><br>Far from the islands<br>don`t you know you`re<br>Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you.<br>Never going to get to France<br>could a new romance ever bind you.<br>Walking on foreign grounds like a shadow<br><br>Roaming in far off territory over your shoulder stories unfold<br><br>Your searching for sanctuary<br>you know you`re<br>Never going to get to France. Mary Oueen of chance will they find you. . . .<br>I see a picture by the lamps flicker<br><br>Isn`t it strange how dreams fade and shimmer.<br>Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . .<br>I see a picture by the lamps flicker<br>. . .<br>Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . .<br>Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . .<br>Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . .