Music Can Save People, But It Can't

Well Now What's The Use In Dreamin' You Got Better Things To Do Dreams Never Did Work For Me Anyway Even When They Did Come True

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.

Wasn't Making Any Great Connection Wasn't Falling For Any Intricate Scheme Nothing That Would Pass Inspection Just Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams

The Truth Was Obscure, Too Profound And Too Pure, To Live It You Had To Explode

I Was Headed For The Fantastic Lights. No Doubt About It. Could It Be That I Was Being Deceived? Not Likely. I Don't Think I Had Enough Imagination To Be Deceived; Had No False Hope, Either. I'd Come From A Long Ways Off And Had Started From A Long Ways Down. But Now Destiny Was About To Manifest Itself. I Felt Like It Was Looking Right At Me And Nobody Else.