The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan

Artist：marianne faithfull

Songs Title：the ballad of lucy jordan

The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of lucy jordan

In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town

As she lay there neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers

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

At the age of thirty-seven she realised shed 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 nursery rhymes shed memorised in her daddys easy chair

Her husband hes off to work and the kids are off to school

And there are oh so many ways for her to spend the day

She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers

Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way

At the age of thirty-seven she realised shed never

Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair

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

Pretty nursery rhymes shed memorised in her daddys easy chair

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of lucy jordan

On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud

And she bowed and curtsied 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 thirty-seven she knew shed found forever

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