New Orleans

The Texas sun beats down upon me like the Devil’s smile
I’d rather be anywhere else than here
Was it a blinding lack of subtlety or just a lack of style?
In responding to the ways and means of fear
Take me back to New Orleans
And drop me at my door
Cause I might love you yeah,
But I love me more.
My fingernails are bitten 'til there’s nothing left but skin
I’d rather be anyone else right now.
The light that shone within my eyes is slowly growing dim
She told me where, told me when, but never said how
Take me back to New Orleans
And don’t call me anymore
'Cuz I might love you yeah, but I love me more
(She said) How can I make this unhappen?
(I said) You cannot make this unhappen
Choose before your choices fade away
(She said) I could be home by tomorrow, if I could beg, steal or borrow
I said «you're there, you might as well stay.»
The morning mist still rises through another crack in the glass
The lack of sleep has made me numb
Sometimes when she sleeps, she’ll turn and she’ll whisper his name
That cake must taste great, but I’ll pass when you offer me some.
Take me back to New Orleans
And drop me at my door
'Cuz I might love you yeah, but I love me more
Take me back to New Orleans
And don’t call me anymore
'Cuz I might love you yeah,
I might love you yeeeaaah
I might love you yeah, but I love me more.
I love me more.
I love me, mooooreee