Or, do I… Just Quit?
Then suddenly I realize this was never a game. It’s not possible to wait for the last play.
So I ask myself, what do I do, when I find myself half way down, in the middle of the road, going the wrong way?
I’ll look at him and tell him, this is not where I am supposed to be. Pardon me. I’ve made a mistake. I must be on my way now…Then I’ll go. I’ll leave and find my way.
I’ll find my way in Paris, just not with you.
I think I need a "Happy Meal"...Au Revior!