Airstream, poetry, New Orleans
The shape of your mouth
Cafe cars, corner bars, back roads
We did the south
And I told the elevator operator
See you later
There's a chance I'm not making it down
The wind and the willows, cigarillos
And the chairman Mao
Yeah, I took a big hit of the counterfeit
But I'm better now
I told the elevator operator
See you later
There's a chance I'm not making it down
And all you moon drifters, beware of grifters
In their glitter
There's a chance that they're taking you out now
And ah, if it wasn't so tragic
I'd tell you everything from start to finish
But I'm afraid that it would lose its magic
That sleight of hand in the dreamland
The city of Louisiana that felt like heaven
But everyone was still alive
You said you were traveling
And you put me in your pocket
You said I tasted like summer
You could feel our pine forest bed
Your words played on repeat in my head
And it took me a while to get you out
But then I'd get a letter
With you still calling me baby
There's pine needles in the parchment
And you asking me if I was still searching
For the world that I believed
And I'd write back not meaning to send
How I was fixing to settle down
In some quiet southern town
Now I know you were with him all the while
I didn't think corporate lawyers were your style
And I told the elevator operator
See you later
There's a chance I'm not making it down
And all you moon drifters, beware of grifters
In their glitter
There's a chance that they're taking you out
Aah
So Daisy don't come, la la la
Daisy don't come to New Orleans
Daisy don't come, la la la
Daisy don't come to New Orleans
Daisy don't come, la la la
Daisy don't come to New Orleans
Daisy don't come
Ah, Daisy, will you come
And ah, if it wasn't so tragic
I'd tell you everything from start to finish
But I'm afraid that it would lose its magic
Oh, that sleight of hand in the dreamland
The city of Louisiana that felt like heaven
But everyone was still alive