All those times we spent thinking out loud
Sometimes crying in vain
Down the street the dogs are barking out loud
It's one of those things I can't explain
Sooner or later, you're riding a train
Your eyes are shut
The background place is the same
Goodnight, Jean-Marie
Goodnight, Jean-Marie
There's a time, a place, a page on the wall
A letter brought in the rain
Down the street the cars are turning around
It's one of those things I can't explain
Sooner or later, you're on a southbound train
Your eyes are shut
The background place is the same
Goodnight, Jean-Marie
Goodnight, Jean-Marie
Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do?
Goodnight, Jean-Marie