Europe R. Stevie Moore

I never met a man from Europe towns
Sometimes I ask the sun "Where's Paris?"
I stroll around America where brave men die
And I'm not brave but still they want to kill me
I'd like to see my face in Europe mirrors

And I could pass some time and climb the alps
Or spin my head with windmill rhythms
I'd spy through Swedish castles in search of you
Or cry in Spain because a bull was tortured
I'd like to swim across the English Channel

All I've seen are photographs
But then I gaze at only Europeans

And then I wonder if they likе their home
Or do they yеarn to see Chicago?
An Irishman might sit in Dublin tired of it
But he would change if he could hear my offer
I'd like to make an even trade tomorrow