She said, "Honey, let's go to St. Tropez
Oh, we leave tonight, we'll be there in a day
If we make it or not, we have to take the chance
'Cause we have waited all year for a summer to come
But it lost its way and turned around
Maybe it's hiding away in the south of France"
So we closed the house and loaded the car
Took some food and a borrowed guitar
And we started out on a thousand mile drive
And when we got to the coast, we found the sun
A brand new day had just begun
It was good to see, it was good to feel alive
Oh, there's nothing finer, nothing I'd rather do
Than to be travelling on that long road with you
Driving along, we were feeling fine
With the windows open and a bottle of wine
We were moving free, we were looking everywhere
'Cause there were people smiling and holding hands
Pavement artists and café bands
And every street-singing gypsy must have been there
Oh, there's nothing finer, nothing I'd rather do
Than to be travelling on that long road with you
Long road with you
Long road with you
Long road with you