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Saint Etienne – Her Winter Coat

Her winter coat was buttoned tight
Against the wind as she walked towards the ticket office
Where to?

She tried to find her purse in her cluttered bag:
Make-up, toothbrush, her notebook, some keys
Not enough money to get to Vienna
But perhaps she could stay in Paris for a while
Nobody knows her there
Maybe she could get a job waiting tables
Or maybe it’s best to keep moving
Maybe it’s best to keep moving
She walked towards the ticket office

But perhaps she could stay in Paris for a while
Nobody knows her there
Maybe she could get a job waiting tables
And give herself sometime to think
Give herself some time to think
Nobody knows her there, nobody knows her there
Nobody knows her there

She walked towards the ticket office