[intro] [chorus] It's a beautiful novel, it's a beautiful story It's a romance of today He was heading home, up there toward the fog She was heading down south, down south [bridge] [verse1] They met at the side of the road On the holiday highway It was probably a lucky day They had the sky within reach A gift from Providence So why think about tomorrow? [bridge] [verse 2] They hid in a big wheat field Letting themselves be carried by the current They told each other about their lives that were just starting They were still just children, children Who had met at the side of the road On the holiday highway [pre-chorus] It was probably a lucky day Who picked the sky in the hollow of their hands Like you pick Providence Refusing to think about tomorrow [chorus] It's a beautiful novel, it's a beautiful story It's a romance of today He was heading home, up there toward the fog She was heading down south, down south [bridge] [verse 3] They parted at the edge of the morning On the holiday highway The lucky day was over They each went their own way Then they waved to Providence Giving each other a hand signal [bridge] [verse 4] He went back home, up there into the fog She went down there to the south It's a beautiful novel, it's a beautiful story It's a romance of today [outro]
