Yeah,
I get this last rank old daughter in my
pocket that I earned with a hammer and
vase If I could undo some things or grow me some
wings Fly out of this quarter tonight
Every night I'm at mine with a TV,
seeing my clothes, seeing my face
In the last thirty minutes I've gone from a
person of interest to a full blown manhunt
underway
I did what I did,
I have no regret When you cross the line,
you get what you
get
Tonight a bleeding memory,
is tomorrow's guilty vain
Your auburn hair on a far away seawall,
is screaming across dead parts of trade
I'm haunted by headlights,
in a crescent city breeze
One wrong turn on bourbon,
cuts like the knives of New Orleans
I'm a ghost dodging bullets in all of these alleys,
just looking for my getaway key
Wrapped up in the night,
hanging out in plain sight,
this grip's getting tight around me
Ain't no getting out,
that I can see,
they'll take me dead,
but they'll never take me in
Tonight a bleeding memory,
is tomorrow's guilty vain
Your auburn hair on a far away seawall,
is screaming across dead parts of trade
I'm haunted by headlights,
in a crescent city breeze
One wrong turn on bourbon,
cuts like the knives of New Orleans
Of New Orleans
What I would do,
is just one more kiss,
it's all out of time,
honey,
it's come down to this
I'm haunted by your haze of lights,
in a crescent city breeze
One wrong turn on bourbon,
cuts like the knives of New Orleans
I got light-headed on that one.
That'll
be most of us here in a few hours down at Chiefs on Broadway.
I did what I did.
I'll be there.