Taking on water, sailing a restless sea
From a memory, a fantasy.
The wind carries into white water,
Never going to get to France.
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you
Never going to get to France.
Could a new romance ever bind you
Walking on foreign ground like a shadow
Roaming in far off territory
Over your shoulder, stories unfold
You're searching for sanctuary.
Never going to get to France.
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you
Never going to get to France.
Could a new romance ever bind you
Never going to get to France.
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you
Never going to get to France.
Could a new romance ever bind you
Never going to get to France.
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you
Never going to get to France.
Could a new romance ever bind you
Never going to get to France.