Carly Simon
Carly Simon
Carly Simon
Carly Simon
Carly Simon
Carly Simon
Carly Simon
Carly Simon
Carly Simon
Carly Simon
Carly Simon
Carly Simon
If all our flights are grounded
Libby, we’ll go to Paris
Dance along the boulevards
And have no one to embarrass
Puttin’ on the Ritz in style
With an Arab and an Heiress
Libby, we’ll fly anyway, heyyyy
And leave behind our blues
Half sung melodies
We'll trade them all in
For a Paris breeze
Libby we’ll fly
See how dark the circles grow
In a town that has no light
So many eyes just staring out
Into the bloodshot night
And Libby, I hate to see you cry
And I want to share it all with you
And if it brings us to our knees
We’ll trade it all in for a Paris breeze
Libby we’ll fly
They say it don’t come easy
And they say that love is blind
If you’re afraid to be close
Then love is hard to find
And if you spend too much time winning love
There’s no time to be kind
And Libby I’m guilty of your crimes
I’m just another passenger
Traveling on these crazy high seas
Very likely be the same
In a Paris breeze
Libby we’ll fly
If all our flights are grounded
Libby we’ll go to Paris
And wish we were back home again
Or sailing on the ocean
Just a window and a drink
To set our dreams in motion
But Libby, we’ll fly anyway, heyyyy
And leave our blues
Half sung melodies
Trade them in for a Paris breeze
Libby we’ll fly
Libby was written by Carly Simon.
Libby was produced by Ted Templeman.