When we crossed the border,
Everything had changed,
The signs, the people and the way we'd been.
With smiles on tight,
We rode the road ahead,
Into what we'd forgotten we'd had.

Oh in Paris, I prayed for the rain to stop,
Then the snow started coming down,
She couldn't see us,
But she knew that we were there,
And she told us stories of a hundred years ago,
When she was just a little one.

I could feel the peace in her voice as she spoke,
And I knew, I better listen well.
The air in the places she's been is not the same,
But she is familiar with their smell.

Oh in Paris, I prayed for the rain to stop,
Then the snow started coming down.
She couldn't hear us,
But she knew that we were there,
And she told us stories of a hundred years ago,
When she was just a little one.

Oh in Paris, I prayed for the rain to stop,
Then the snow started coming down.
She couldn't see us,
But she knew that we were there,
And she told us stories of a hundred years ago,
When she was just a little one.