I’m turning inside out
The shouting got so loud
Fog has grown so thick
Can’t help but reminisce
Angels travel lightly
Humble and contrite
Seeing subtleties in plain sight
You are the one who celebrates
Slow smiles that circulate
We touched down at CDG
The only city New York envies
We felt the angels rise from the streets of St. Germaine
Could have been the moment, maybe the champagne
You are the one who celebrates
Slow smiles that circulate
I’m marshaling the generals, deploying the full squad
Igniting all the senses to break on through the fog
I’m going back to those humble streets
Where gratitude runs deep
And splendor never sleeps
December Friend 