Every Fucking City Paul Kelly

[Verse 1]
We argued on the Channel train to Paris
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again
But by the time that we got down to Lyon
Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain
We split up for a while in Barcelona
We met up six days later in Madrid
I was hoping that the break
Would make things go a little better for us
And for a little while it almost did

[Chorus]
Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen
And I'm trying hard to forget your name
And I'm staring at the label on a bottle of cerveza
And every fucking city feels the same

[Verse 2]
You said to call ya when I got to London
A French girl told me that you'd left a note
I said to her, "I like your accent", and she thought I sounded funny
So we ended up drinking in Soho
Foolishly, I followed you to Dublin
Like a ghost, I walked the streets of Temple Bar
And all the bright young things
Were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters
And once I thought I saw you from afar