when it rains in new orleans
I can taste the angel’s tears
drifting through the morning
the days feel like years
hear myself whisper
my hearts tight as a drum
feel my hands tremble
reaching for another one
still the same old story
as I turn another page
the words all look so blurry
guess I’m the one to blame
here I am again
and I guess I’m feeling bloozie
yeah, I am
I know that I am
here I go again
feeling kinda bloozie
Yeah, I am
I know that I am
when the sun shines down on paris
I’m living hell here in paradise
but I gotta keep on walking
till the left bank becomes right
and when your words start to haunt me
from so far away
I try to down and drown all the memories
in this small cafe