"His flying jacket still has her perfume
Memories of the night
Play across his mind
High above the fields of France..."Broadway Hotel
"You told the man in the Broadway Hotel
Nothing was stranger than being yourself
And he replied, with a tear in his eye
Love was a rollaway..."Year of the Cat
"On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime..."|
| |
