I saw Billy Bragg in Paris
I saw Billy play guitar
I saw something new
On the backstreets of the โ90s.
I saw Billy strut and strum
Back when innocence was young,
When youthful desire ruled
In the jungle of Bohemia.
I saw Billy play guitar,
Near the bar where we drank
Guinness on the draft, shamrock
signs and redhead maidens.
I saw Billy Bragg in Paris
Back in the day when dawn
Meant something new, when
Dusk came without worries.
I saw Billy Bragg in Paris.
I saw something new.
I saw myself in black mirrors
With broken strings, unraveling.