paroles de chanson New Orleans - Steve Thompson

No man is an island
But I'm still trying
Gone from those country comforts
Long in the teeth you're losing
And when you're walking the side streets
Lit up like a pine tree
It's never what you pictured
Take all those dreams and wash them down

Hey, New Orleans
What do you think you see?
That's so naive
But will it come back to me?

You've got to believe it
When you can't see it
On all those rusted ceilings
Are the lights that light the way

Hey, New Orleans
What do you think you see?
That's so naive
But will it come back to me?

My cypress heart
Gets torn apart
Each time I walk
But if I stayed
I could count the ways
That it wouldn't work out

Hey, New Orleans
What do you think you see?
That's so naive
But will it come back to me?