Tekster: Neil Diamond. Free Man in Paris.

If I had my way, I'd walk through that door and wander
Down the Champs Elysees, going from cafe to cabaret

The way I see it, I just can't win it
Everybody's in it for their own game
You can't please them all
There's always somebody callin' you down

And I do my best and I do good business
As a lot of people asking for my time
They're trying to get ahead
And try and be a good friend of mine

I was a free man in Paris, I was unfettered and alive
There was nobody to call me up for favors
No one's future to decide

You know I'd go back there tomorrow
But for the work I'm taking on
Stokin' the star maker machinery
Behind the popular song

I deal in dreamers and telephone schemers
Lately I wonder what I do it for

If I had my way, I'd walk through that door and wander
Down the Champs Elysees going from cafe to cabaret
Thinkin' how I feel when I find that very good friend of mine