C'est la Vie

04:53
The Stone Coyotes
2017
Written by B. Keith, Mohawk Trail Music, ASCAP

Lyrics

I was dreaming on a corner

Of the Champs-Elysees

And the Parisians passing by

Never once looked my way

I might as well have been a mannequin

For all the notice they took of me

They turned the music up

C’est la vie

 

I dreamed I was a grey fox

Caught in the headlights on the highway

I made it to the side of the road

In time to hear the driver say

That might have been an animal

And then they thought no more of me

They turned the music up

C’est la vie

 

I dreamed I was

A single drop of rain

Studying the conversation

On the other side of the windowpane

It was all in pantomime

They spoke animatedly

Then I slid down the glass in a long silver line

C’est la vie

 

I dreamed my hands were always cold

I wanted to warm them by a fire

I stole into a church

And listened to the choir

I watched the congregation

As they filed out solemnly

Turn the music up

C’est la vie

 

I dreamed I was Italian

Joining in the laughter and the wine

I saw the Seven Hills of Rome

And I felt fine

Then I saw the universe

In all its majesty

Turn the music up

C’est la vie