To France

                                  Taking on water, sailing a restless sea

From a memory, a fantasy.

The wind carries into white water, 

Far from the islands.

Don't you know you're 



Never going to get to France.

Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you

Never going to get to France.

Could a new romance ever bind you



Walking on foreign ground like a shadow

Roaming in far off territory

Over your shoulder, stories unfold

You're searching for sanctuary.

You know you're 



Never going to get to France.

Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you

Never going to get to France.

Could a new romance ever bind you



I see a picture

By the lamp's flicker.

Isn't it strange how

Dreams fade and shimmer



Never going to get to France.

Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you

Never going to get to France.

Could a new romance ever bind you



I see a picture

By the lamp's flicker.

Isn't it strange how

Dreams fade and shimmer



Never going to get to France.

Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you

Never going to get to France.

Could a new romance ever bind you



Never going to get to France.

Never going to