Seven O'clock in the morning and I'm riding the overnight train.
I've got ten tons of luggage but I left it behind when I came.
I look at my watch, says September seventeen.
We're riding past some place where I've never been.
and I'm waving through the window as we go.
Somebody says "Well, hey, what are you waving at?"
Well what have I got to lose?
Somebody might wave back...
Happy Birthday Vendome!