Morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan

In a white suburban bedroom, in a white suburban town

As she lay there beneath the covers, dreaming of a thousand lovers

Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round

At the age of 37 she realised she'd never ride through Paris

In a sports car with the warm wind in her hair

So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing

Little nurse arrived, she'd memorised that daddy's easy chap

Her husband, he was off to work and the kids were off to school

And there were oh so many ways for her to spend her day

She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers

Or run naked through the shaded street, screaming all the way

At the age of 37 she realised she'd never ride through Paris

In a sports car with the warm wind in her hair

So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing

Pretty nurse arrived, she'd memorised that daddy's easy chap

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan

On the rooftop where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud

Then she bowed and cursed to the man who reached and offered her his hand

And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd

At the age of 37 she knew she'd found forever

As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair