I Just Don't Hear Anyone Else Making

It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of How Sweet Life Can Be.

The Ghosts Race Towards The Light, You Can Almost Hear The Heavy Breathing Spirits, All Determined To Get Somewhere. New Orleans, Unlike A Lot Of Places You Go Back To And That Don't Have The Magic Anymore, Still Has Got It. Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. You Can't See It, But You Know It's Here. Somebody's Always Sinking.

Clowns To The Left Of Me, Jokers To The Right, Here I Am.

Ah, Current Music. What Would That Be? Ah, Really, A Lot Of It Sounds Defective To Me. It Makes Me Restless.

Well, I Try My Best To Be Just Like I Am, But Everybody Wants You To Be Just Like Them, They Sing While You Slave And I Just Get Bored