3am and 18 years old, some town in Northern France
15 pounds across the sea and back
We were not looking for no answers, just fun
Like a mirage in the night we saw them there
Punk rock girls about our age
Hanging for no reason in the moonlit village square
We looked ahead and carried on our way

Where'd those strangers get to, and where are they today?
Re-traced our steps but they're gone forever
Life just seems to be that way

One hour later a mate and I went back to find those girls again
Left our friends sleeping underneath the stars
Cops stopped and searched us, "What you doing in our town at 4am?"
We finally hit the sad and empty square, just the beercans remained
The girls had vanished into their smalltown Gallic world
We woke our mates and tried to find the nearest train

But where'd those strangers get to, and where are they today?
Re-traced our steps but they're gone forever
Life just seems to be that way
It's okay, life just seems to be that way