Tunesday : Libby

Libby

Written and Performed by Carly Simon

If all our flights are grounded
Libby, we'll go to Paris
Dance along the boulevards
And have no one to embarrass,

Puttin' on the Ritz in style
With an Arab and an Heiress,
Libby we'll fly anyway - hey

And leave behind our blues
Half sung melodies
We'll trade them all in
For a Paris breeze.
Libby we'll fly

See how dark the circles grow
In a town that has no light
So many eyes just staring out
Into the bloodshot night

And Libby, I hate to see you to cry, and I
Want to share it all with you,
And if it brings us to our knees
We'll trade it all in for a Paris breeze.
Libby we'll fly

They say it don't come easy
And they say that love is blind
If you're afraid to be close
Then love is hard to find

And if you spend too much time winning love
There's no time to be kind
And Libby, I'm guilty of your crimes

I'm just another passenger
Travelling on these crazy high seas
Very likely be the same
In a Paris breeze
Libby we'll fly away

If all our flights are grounded,
Libby, we'll go to Paris
And wish we were back home again
Or sailing on the ocean
Just a window and a drink
To set our dreams in motion

But Libby, we'll fly anyway, hey
And leave our blues
Half sung melodies
Trade them in for a Paris breeze,
Libby we'll fly.

I'm still feeling fairly gutted about losing Libby last week -- I haven't been reading much, so no new reviews, and we're busy getting ready for our vacation to the lake and our week at the beach, so instead of looking too far back at another Tunesday reminiscence, I'm just going to put up this song for the best little doggy that ever was.