Driving Down To St. Tropez

She said, "Honey, let's go to St. Tropez

Oh, we leave tonight, we'll be there in a day

If we make it or not, we have to take the chance"

'Cause we have waited all year for summer to come

But it lost it's way and turned around

Maybe it's hiding away in the south of France



So we closed the house and loaded the car

We took some food and a borrowed guitar

And we started out on a thousand mile drive

When we got to the coast we found the sun

A brand new day had just begun

It was good to see, it was good to feel alive



Oh, there's nothing finer, nothing I'd rather do

Than to be traveling on that long road with you



Driving along, we were feeling fine

We had the windows open and a bottle of wine

We were moving free, we were looking everywhere

'Cause there were people smiling and holding hands

Pavement artists and cafe bands

And every street singing gypsy must have been there



Oh, there's nothing finer, nothing I'd rather do

Than to be traveling on that long road with you



Long road with you

Long road with you

Long road with you