Livin' out of luggage ain't so bad
I remember the problems that I used to have
I would trouble myself with them all day
Now I take my bag and my gun and I walk away
And livin' in a hotel room ain't hard
If it gets too lonely you can break into the mini bar
Put it on the company card
All last night I was dreaming
About the Cote d'Azur
And though I wasn't sure where you were
O, it was a good old time for sure
I had a colorful shirt on
I was watching the dancing swans
In a fountain made of blue neon
I was on a highway, drove through Cannes
I was on a highway, drove through Nice
I was seven hours in the south of France
I could see the crystal water from the traffic jam
And from the trunk I could hear his voice
Begging for his life like I had a choice
Said he had a wife and two little boys
So I turned up the white noise
I turned up the white noise
I keep a leather suitcase, clothes all black
So I don't ever have to think, I just put on the clean one,
And dress myself for Scene 1
I was on a highway, drove through Cannes
I was on a highway, drove through Nice
I could see the distant crashing waves
I could hear the sirens of police
But I was dreaming of the Cote d'Azur
And though I wasn't sure where I was
Man, it was a good old kind of buzz
I had a colorful shirt on
I was watching the dancing swans
I was at home among the bon vivants