A summer evening on the Champs Elysees  A secret rendezvous they planned for days    A sea of faces in a crowded cafe  The sound of laughter as the music plays.  Jean-Claude was a student at the Universite    Louise-Marie was just a world away.  He recalled the night they met was warm with laughter    The words were music as she turned away.    I'll meet you at midnight under the moonlight    I'll meet you at midnight.  But Jean-Claude  Louise-Marie will never be.    Each cigarette will light a thousand faces    Each hour that passed seemed like a thousand years  Midnight was turning into empty spaces    The sound of laughter disappeared.    I'll meet you at midnight under the moonlight  . . .  A summer evening on the Champs Elysees    The empty tables of the street cafes  The sunlight melting through an open doorway    Jean-Claude is left to face another day.    I'll meet you at midnight under the moonlight  . . .