We don't talk, not as much
As we used to
You were my port in a storm
So it's unusual
But I'll beam when I see
You do your thing
On the social medias
You're living the dream, Jean

We'll meet new friends to depend on
It's natural
But a part of me has died off
Is it mutual?
Do you still beam when you read about me?
Over your bowl of cheerios?
I'm living the dream, Jean

You're in London, I'm in Leeds
Could it be just geography?

Or could it be
Two ships
Passing in the night
Drifting
Further than I'd like
Oh, sweet Jean
Maybe you were right
Two ships
Just two ships

It's getting harder and harder to tеll ya
"Mi manca come eravamo" in Italia
But that was then
Bеfore men, before change
Harbor no ill feelings
To living the dream, Jean

You're in London, I'm in Leeds
Could it be just geography?

Or could it be
Two ships
Passing in the night
Drifting
Further than I'd like
Oh, sweet Jean
Maybe you were right
Two ships
Just two ships

Or could it be
Two ships
Passing in the night
Drifting
Further than I'd like
Oh sweet Jean
Maybe you were right
Two ships
Just two ships