The air is still
The night is cold
She wonders if the record sold anymore
She doesn't need the drugs
She's got to have her baby's love
She travels and I tremble
She travels
And I tremble
She's on the plane to Belgium
She's a millionaire
Nothing seems to matter
She doesn't seem to care
And she travels
And I tremble
She travels
And I tremble
She feels love through the ages
And everything's connected
She finds love in the pages
A joy that's resurrected
The elegance of London
And the sweet Parisian spring
The strangeness of old Tokyo
And the beauty of all things
She travels and I tremble
She travels and I tremble