Why
In a little cafe a La Rue Du Soleil
She happened to sit down beside me
And sipping my tea made it easy to see
Something was misplaced inside of me

[Chorus:]
Is she looking at me?
Is she there behind the wall?
Is she made out of what's to be?
Meaning is she there at all?
In that little cafe I heard somebody say:
"Pardon Monsieur, may I have a light?"
And starting to smile, I was changing my style
She smiled back, it seemed only right

[Chorus 2x]
She's looking past me
At someone who's walking past me
C'est la vie. C'est la vie
[Repeat and fade]