I went to morrison's grave at pere lachaise cemetery   The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me to the steps inside of me      And what will you do if I got down on my knees to you   What will you do if I lied to your face   Could you still hold your dreams   Could you live in your silent face      So what would you do, would you walk right through me   Would you stand in the way like the others before   Get in the way   Would you drink to me next beaujolais day      Tell me the truth, save a prayer for me   I would love to leave you but you would cry all night long   Eternal romantic, victory failed on beaujolais day      I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale silent gymnasium   Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador   Through the jitterbug steps of the night before      Through the chalk white chill and the tear fandango   Heading away to the inner wrangle   Do we cry for a cell   Do we need for a sell      What would you do, would you cry for me   Could you set off (? ) could we go gently   Blame it away   Do you really want to head for the open door      Got to crack a bottle while you dream for me   Just an absent friend and a misery   Laying awake do we stay right there   'till beaujolais day      On beaujolais day      So what will you do, would you lie to me?    Would you sit right back in a victory   Would you play for me   Could you die for me      So what would you do, would you walk right through me   Heading away saying it's just another victory   This is beaujolais day