To France

Taking on water sailing a restless sea
From a memory a fantasy
The wind carries into white water
Far from the islands

Don't you know you're never going
To get to France
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
Never going to get to France
Could a new romance ever bind you?
Walking on foreign ground like a shadow
Roaming in far off territory
Over your shoulder stories unfold, you're
Searching for sanctuary

You know you're never going to get to France
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
Never going to get to France
Could a new romance ever bind you?

I see a picture by the lamp's flicker
Isn't it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?

Never going to get to France
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
Never going to get to France
Could a new romance ever bind you?