written by kevin bacon
strings written and arranged by michael bacon

"a guide book for the paranoid." kb

i´m in paris, won´t be here long
but after all it´s paris, guess i´d better write a song
it´s so wonderful, so magical, so romantic
note to self to change that line, it´s too pedantic

but it´s paris, i´ve come so far
i´ve made it all the way from the bed
to my guitar
you can call me doom and gloom
there ain´t no way i´m stepping outside the hotel room

i´m a prisoner, i´m a prisoner
i´m terrified of what´s outside beyond that door
i´m a prisoner, i´m a prisoner
a prisoner of 424

brought a girl to paris, she didn´t like the food
she said the time change was killing her
the waiters were rude
but if she was here now, she´d make this all go away
she´d say baby let´s pretend we´re not in paris for the day

i´m a prisoner, i´m a prisoner
i´m terrified of what´s outside beyond that door
i´m a prisoner, i´m a prisoner
a prisoner in room 424

i should visit saint-germain des pres
take a walk, down the champs elysees
but this room is the only place to hide
from the gargoyles, waiting just outside

i´m in paris, i see angels in the wall
i hear arabians running in the hall
see i´m in this room and this room is who i am
and if you don´t like that i don´t´ give
a good god notre dame

i´m a prisoner, i´m a prisoner
i´m terrified of what´s outside beyond that door
i´m a prisoner, i´m a prisoner
a big strong guy like me, imagine that
i´m a prisoner, i´m a prisoner
a prisoner of quatre deux qua