Walking down the street honey New Orleans
Im gonna slip my note into the pocket of your jeans
How was I to know turning green on red A
Waitress in the sky still playing in my head
Days like these yknow are no ones fault
A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a pound of salt
Gimme little time to shake up
Ill meet you when I finally wake up around two
Lookin' for the truth
Walking up the stairs to the second floor
Im gonna slip my note into the keyhole of your door
How was I to know honey right from wrong
Walk right into this vacant apartment song
Days like these yknow are no ones fault
A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a pound of salt
Gimme little time to shake up
Ill meet you when I finally wake up around two
Lookin' for the truth...lookin' for the....
Walking down the street honey New Orleans
Im gonna slip my hand into the pocket of your dreams
How was I to know turning light on dark
Lease it for a year I got a place in Highland Park
Days like these yknow I feel youre pain
A bottle of rhymes a little music box of rain
Gimme little time to shake up
Ill meet you when I finally wake up around two
Without you...around two...without you or with you
Walking up the stairs to the second door
Were gonna leave our ghosts on the polished hardwood floor
How was I to know honey right from wrong
Walk right out of this lonely apartment song
Things like these yknow I feel youre pain
A bottle of rhymes a little music box of rain
Gimme little time to shake up
Ill meet you when I finally wake up around two
Around two...around two...around two...around two
