Green tea with mochi to go French is spoken far from here Halfway around the world from Paris I turn up the jazz and drive I saw her on a Monday Crossing the cafe brushing by Pretending surprise she turned away Like a stranger in a blue beret The sound of guitar a soft harmonica I lean in just to hear Body and Soul a picture of her Is that a tear as she passes by Don’t let her be lonely I saw her again on a Wednesday In the 7th alone with a book And a faraway look as I watched from the bar Paid for her wine in a silent goodbye Django’s guitar a soft harmonica I lean in just to hear Body and Soul a picture of her Is that a tear as she passes by Don’t let her be lonely Green tea with mochi to go French is spoken far from here Halfway around the world from Paris I drive to Izu with the jazz manouche I can still picture her alone at the window As I turn up the jazz and drive