Lyrics
[Verse 1] I missed the last train out of avignon And took the road where the old bells rang By noon i found a café near the square With a hand-painted sign and a table to spare Luc was sketching boats on a paper menu Marta was laughing at something he drew I knew three words, they knew maybe two Still they pulled up a chair like old friends do [Pre-Chorus] One story turned into another Names traded slowly, glasses raised I came in passing through the village But nobody hurried me away [Chorus] At the café in saint-rémy Strangers made a place for me Every tale, a little richer as it flowed Through the afternoon, we talked With our hands and half-learnt words And i left with friends i hadn’t planned to know Oh, the miles can lead you anywhere But the best arrivals happen there At the café in saint-rémy [Verse 2] A retired postman knew the mountain paths A student played the local football side The baker came by when his shift was done And settled in like the day had just begun They asked where i’d been, i asked what they’d seen The harvest, the river, the old mayor’s schemes By the time the church bells counted six My map was folded, but the table was fixed [Pre-Chorus] One story turned into another Names traded slowly, glasses raised I came in passing through the village But nobody hurried me away [Chorus] At the café in saint-rémy Strangers made a place for me Every tale, a little richer as it flowed Through the afternoon, we talked With our hands and half-learnt words And i left with friends i hadn’t planned to know Oh, the miles can lead you anywhere But the best arrivals happen there At the café in saint-rémy [Bridge] Next spring i’ll take the southern road again Not for the view, though it’s worth the bend I’ll know the corner table, call luc by name And marta will ask if i’ve changed my aim Some journeys end where the welcomes begin You walk in a stranger, you’re counted as kin [Final chorus] At the café in saint-rémy They’ll save a little place for me Every tale a little richer as it flows When we meet, we’ll pick it up Like we never said goodbye And i’ll hear those old familiar voices close Oh, the miles can lead you anywhere But the best arrivals happen there At the café in saint-rémy [Outro] At the café in saint-rémy A passing face can become family
