New Orleans

I slip back down where we found

A meter milling maze

And the rest that we find sound

Will it find us on the bottom

Will we find our way

Will we fall apart useless

Machining the made

Find that sleep that we've lost

Fair and tired living lives like little lifted leans

Shaking heads under the shade of them bright bright bright sweet pear trees

Mine is gone with the day

Never miss a beat never find a home

Mine is gone with all time

Will we find our loves lost

Will we ever make it back

Will we ever need more than

The fill that we can get

Lets find that sleep that we lost

Mother, father, brother sister, son daughter

We are the rabbit that let the fox lead us

Out in the sun with the cold war fever

Don't need to beg for your money just please don't eat us

Deaf like the big guns foaming at the mouth their gnashing

Quiet like our words that roam and roll about