(Shel Silverstein) The mornin' sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan In her white suburban bedroom, in a white suburban town As she lay there 'neath the covers, dreaming of a thousand lovers 'Til the world turned to orange and the room went spinnin' round At the age of 37, she realised she'd never ride through Paris In a sports car, with the warm wind in her hair And she let the phone keep ringin' as she sat there softly singin' Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair Her husband, he was off to work, and the kids were off to school And there were oh so many ways for her to spend her day She could clean the house for hours, or rearrange the flowers Or run naked down the shady street screaming all the way At the age of 37, she realised she'd never ride through Paris In a sports car, with the warm wind in her hair And she let that phone keep ringin' as she sat there softly singin' Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan On the rooftop where she'd climbed when all the laughter grew too loud And she bowed and curtseyed to the man, who reached and offered her his hand And led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd At the age of 37, she knew she'd found forever as they rode along through Paris With the warm wind in her hair Ooooohhh yes with the wind in her hair oooooohhhh...... (c)1973 Sony Music Entertainment Inc.