C'est La Vie (Live)

Black stripes on the pavement

White knuckles on the wheel

Well, you never could say, never could say

Never could say to me the things that you feel

C'est la vie, mon amie

Keep on driving, driving, driving

'Til you get yourself free

Black lines on the postcard

Red alert on the way

Well, you never could stand, never could stand

Never could stand it that I saw it that way

C'est la vie, mon amie

Keep on driving, driving, driving

'Til you get yourself free

You had no indecision

You had such savoir-faire

It was a sin of omission

A Mayday condition

For which I never bothered to prepare

Now I know why you carry a spare, that's right

You had no indecision

You had such savoir-faire

It was a sin of omission

A Mayday condition

For which I never bothered to prepare

Now I know why you carry a spare

Black Label on the rocks, please

I own this red naugahyde stool

Well, you never could stand, never could stand

Never could stand to see me act like a fool

C'est la vie, mon amie

Keep on driving, driving, driving

'Til you get yourself free

C'est la vie, mon amie

Keep on driving, driving, driving

'Til you get yourself free

C'est la vie, c'est la vie, mon amie

Keep driving, driving, driving