(Spoken) Alright, well we're at the beautiful Pontchartrain Hotel … Humidity … Humility, that's what it should be … um, um … So here's a song for some loving friends of mine and some loving strangers who I have yet to meet, um, here at the Pontchartrain. (Sung) My spirits are rising with the climbing yellow Here on the sidewalks between the hotel and The Avenue With you the air is a haunting harmony of blue Flying too high tonight at the Ponchartrain with you My soul is filled with sweet emotions Stirred by our love Taking wing on the lazy flight of a pa**ing dove By you in the bar we strike chord, lovers croon, Flying too high tonight at the Ponchartrain with you Moonlight dances on the Eiffel Tower's gla** and silvery beams, Reflecting your image like a Botticellian dream. I cling to each second as a moment in time Unwinding in my arms Then the wine works its charms And you are a bouquet of a thousand stars. Moonlight dances on the Eiffel Tower's gla** and silvery beams, Reflecting your image like a Botticellian dream. I cling to each second as a moment in time Unwinding in my arms Then the wine works its charms And you are a bouquet of a thousand stars. Waiting for the turn of your face To catch that quivering kiss I gaze into your eyes, and I see a heart so true Deep in your embrace I'm set free with eternal youth Flying too high tonight at the Ponchartrain with you Flying too high tonight at the Ponchartrain with you