She’s down in New Orleans in her voodoo sepulcher
floating above her bones
She floats through the sky on a midnight ride
radiating in your head
If you let her slip inside your soul
you’ll never ever be dead
And you shall set me to the stile and kiss and take your leave
I’ll stay until the curlew calls and the martlet takes his wing
Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing
I hate myself for lovin’ you and the weakness that it showed
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road.
The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel,
I hate myself for lovin’ you and I’m glad the curtain fell.
I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
And the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed?
I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within,
That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin.
This Broadway’s got, its got a lot of songs to sing,
if I knew the tunes I might join in.
I go my way alone, grow my own,
my own seeds shall be sown, in New York city.
Subways no way , for a good man to go down,
Rich man can ride, and the hobo he can drown.
And I thank the Lord, there’s people out there like you,
I thank the Lord there’s people out there like you.
The only way to find you is if I close my eyes
But Gollum and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her
But time is a lion when you are a lamb