Coffee and Cigarettes - Intro

I took the morning train to Paris
Blues of the TER seats
Grays of the overcast skies
Eyes down on screens
But mine?
Mine were looking out the window.
I'd rather see the green farmland go by than
Click click
Bait.

Now on the terrace of a cafe near Republique
A yellow sliver of sunlight fights its way past the clouds
And shines down into the square
You see sometimes Paris
Is like a beautiful woman that smiles at me
I mean
NOT, AT ME
More like passed me toward someone she knows
But
I hold on to that smile
I accept some of that shine for me
Cuz you can't really hold glory
You can't hold beauty
It just moves you passed you

But it's there
It's everywhere
It's in the smallest moments
Like when I remember to look up from my screen
On a rainy day
In Paris.