A one-night pianist with wandering solfège
Improvises a departure that goes off the rails at Gare de Lyon
An occasional pianist whistles his score
He makes the suitcases waltz
He sticks to the grey faces
Alone at night he dreams of fame
He plays Gare du Nord, Lille station, Nantes station
You can spot him on big departure days
He plays his arteries on foreign tracks and all the way to England
Virtuoso of the railways
This pianist has a life, a desk and a boss
He's called Jérémie, Pascal or maybe Simon
He's bored, everything's grey, his desk, his prison
They crush his urges, back into oblivion
All alone, at night he roams the stations
He plays Gare du Nord, Lille station, Nantes station
You can spot him on big departure days
He plays his regrets on black and beige keys
He sees himself back in middle school
But who shattered his dreams
Inside the pianist's heart there was a little boy
Who dreamed of music, who played in the living room
They said that's cute, but get back to your lesson
Do your math, we know the song
Alone at night but it's too late
He plays Gare du Nord, Lille station, Nantes station
You can spot him on big departure days
He plays his childhood on forgotten notes