By the cathedral 
into the sun 
pilgrims are singing 
their journey done
I look at my short life and think 
of all the champagne that I drink 
with all the faces that I know 
and how much further can one go?

And if I decide 
to step aside
I will try to reply to 
the feelings I hide

I look from my window 
down to the square 
at workers still queuing 
patiently there 
for market forces to provide 
what history's so far denied 
for a different kind of fate 
than to labour long and always wait

And if I decide 
to step aside
I will try to return to 
the person inside

Will I always need you?
Would you want me to?
Can you love me for good 
the way you thought you could?