Did they never tell you 'bout it baby
   Did they never say it's tough
   Are you never going to give up on that
   Big romantic stuff
  
   That French song playing on the radio at noon
   The singer's name was Jean Michel and he's singing 'bout la lune
   And she shivers as she comes awake
   And remembers how to think
   And she shakes the hair out of her eyes
   But the daylight makes her blink
   And the song it whispers in her mind like a half forgotten sigh
   Of times of love the longest days and youth and endless skies
   And ooh la la la
   ooh la la la
  
   Did they never tell you 'bout it baby
   Did they never say it's tough
   Are you never going to give up on that
   Big romantic stuff
  
   To ease the pain of it, to fill the empty void
   She stores up ancient souvenirs like ravens with their hoards
   It's not the getting old she minds, it's the meaningless of being
   She thinks about all this while Jean sings about la vie
   And accordions and violins take her back in time
   When the only explanation was a kiss and love and life...
  
   Did they never tell you 'bout it baby
   Did they never say it's tough
   Are you never going to give up on that
   Big romantic stuff