When you land in Paris and they wave you right through   Though your passport picture, doesn't look much like you   They don't look at your luggage, they don't look at your face   'Cause you pose no danger and you're such a disgrace      You go out walking down the Champs D'Elysees   And your spirits are sinking, it can happen that way   When you do your best Bogart and they don't seem to care   They walk right down the sidewalk like you ain't even there      Lookin' in the wrong direction   Seein' it from the inside out   The way you couldn't wait for Christmas   The way you used to twist and shout      It must be the jet lag, you hope it'll pass   You check your reflection in the store front glass   Kinda gray at the temples, kinda goes with the hat   Kinda round in the middle but it ain't even that   It's nothing you can see, it's nothing you can smell   But you pose no danger and man they can tell      Lookin' in the wrong direction   Seein' it from the inside out   The way you couldn't wait for Christmas   The way you used to twist and shout      You see it in the mirror in the morning   You feel it in the middle of the night   Sleeping with your eyes wide open   Waking with the shades drawn tight