come away from the window there's nothing there to see if there's one thing that i've learned it is best you let it be i don’t give a damn if the sky is coming down or if the waters rise on every street in town leave it to the hipsters on the scene, the cops out on the beat, the junkies on the corner and the punk kids in the street sometimes it seems there's so little you can do but i’ve been lost out in this city and felt strange things coming through angels standing over and dusting off their wings i’ve felt them breathing down my neck and i have heard them sing
strange things start to happen if you just avert your eyes they go rattling ‘round your doorstep and shooting through the skies but if you reach out your hands and try to catch them unaware they vanish off the map and convince you they were never there it’s an uncertain glory that i’m holding by the wrist and theres part of this story that i must have missed i met the big chief up on Claiborne he was coming out the door he said "i already give you all of this, you got the nerve to ask for more; i cannot give you answers i travel in disguise i’m doing funny dances and i’m telling pretty lies"
if i was holding aces do you think i would smile like that? it’s just a little pair of sevens but i have worked with less than that i can tell you, brother the cards don’t seal your fate and sometimes all you gotta do is just sit right there and wait to lay claim to salvation coming clean out of the blue while lame imitation is the best the rest can do like false prophets in the quarter who call damnation down or the tourists in disorder just trying to make it out of town we're all lost in the wilderness we haven't got a clue but let's see another card and we'll see what I can do
i'm going down to the river so, brother, run them down i might be born again or i just might drown
stumbling through the darkness and reaching for the dawn light another candle for this madness coming on i've heard it all before why must you talk and talk i’ve got better things to do than sit here running down the clock i don’t need the kind of future that’s tattooed on your skin and you don’t wanna hear about the kind of trouble i’ve been in i’ve got a fifth of bourbon whiskey and a lock upon my door and if you'd just lean in and kiss me well, who needs any more but you had better watch your tongue what you say just might be true you already know my name who the hell are you?
7th ward, 11th hour storm clouds gathered round if i had that kind of power i'd bring the heavens down and wash the trouble from this town