Beaujolais Day Lyrics

I went to Morrison's grave at Pere Lachaise cemeteryThe stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me to the steps inside of meAnd what will you do if I got down on my knees to youWhat will you do if I lied to your faceCould you still hold your dreamsCould you live in your silent faceSo what would you do, would you walk right through meWould you stand in the way like the others beforeGet in the wayWould you drink to me next Beaujolais dayTell me the truth, save a prayer for meI would love to leave you but you would cry all night longEternal romantic, victory failed on Beaujolais dayI heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale silent gymnasiumTrailing an ivy league jacket like a matadorThrough the jitterbug steps of the night beforeThrough the chalk white chill and the tear fandangoHeading away to the inner wrangleDo we cry for a cellDo we need for a sellWhat wuold you do, would you cry for meCould you set off (?) could we go gentlyBlame it awayDo you really want to head for the open doorGot to crack a bottle while you dream for meJust an absent friend and a miseryLaying awake do we stay right there'Till Beaujolais dayOn Beaujolais daySo what will you do, would you lie to me?Would you sit right back in a victoryWould you play for meCould you die for meSo what would you do, would you walk right through meHeading away saying it's just another victoryThis is Beaujolais day