New Orleans

In the city of dreams, lies the city's ghost There's a beginning, there's a middle and an end In this city we reach out for the middle ground We throw a great party, so hard to start to mend We forgive, at least we try In the midst of the sea of dreams lies a perfect storm In the sea of tears lies a city ghost In the spirit of the morning glow Well, the people hope that their lives will get better The people hope that their lives will get better I wanna get a room in New Orleans I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter I wanna dress up, I wanna wear beads I wanna wear feathers and lace I wanna brush by Ann Rice And go on down Bourbon Street I see a sea of smiles I see a haunted city reaching out I see hope in all their faces Behind the mask of Mardi Gras Where the good and the righteous walk And the wicked as well I wanna get a room in New Orleans I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter I wanna dress up, I wanna wear beads I wanna wear feathers and lace I wanna brush by the vampires I wanna dress up, ooh yeah I wanna wear feathers and lace I wanna brush by Ann Rice And go down Bourbon Street Go on down Bourbon Street Within these rooms, I go up to my balcony And I hang the paintings on the wall And I open up my gallery, and I open up my doors I stare at the city, I stare at my city I wanna get a room in New Orleans I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter I wanna dress up, I wanna wear beads I wanna wear feathers and lace I wanna brush by the vampires I wanna get back to New Orleans I wanna sing out in the streets of the French Quarter I wanna dress up, I wanna wear beads I wanna wear feathers and lace I wanna brush by Ann Rice Go down Bourbon Street Go down Bourbon Street Go on down Bourbon Street Go on down Bourbon Street Go on down, go on down, go on down Go on down Bourbon Street In the city of tears, lies the city's ghost