Written by kevin bacon
Strings written and arranged by michael bacon

A guide book for the paranoid. kb

Im in paris, wont be here long
But after all its paris, guess Id better write a song
Its so wonderful, so magical, so romantic
Note to self to change that line, its too pedantic

But its paris, Ive come so far
Ive made it all the way from the bed
To my guitar
You can call me doom and gloom
There aint no way Im stepping outside the hotel room

Im a prisoner, Im a prisoner
Im terrified of whats outside beyond that door
Im a prisoner, Im a prisoner
A prisoner of 424

Brought a girl to paris, she didnt like the food
She said the time change was killing her
The waiters were rude
But if she was here now, shed make this all go away
Shed say baby lets pretend were not in paris for the day

Im a prisoner, Im a prisoner
Im terrified of whats outside beyond that door
Im a prisoner, Im a prisoner
A prisoner in room 424

I should visit saint-germain des pres
Take a walk, down the champs elysees
But this room is the only place to hide
From the gargoyles, waiting just outside

Im in paris, I see angels in the wall
I hear arabians running in the hall
See Im in this room and this room is who I am
And if you dont like that I dont give
A good God notre dame

Im a prisoner, Im a prisoner
Im terrified of whats outside beyond that door
Im a prisoner, Im a prisoner
A big strong guy like me, imagine that
Im a prisoner, Im a prisoner
A prisoner of quatre deux qua