gauthier, mary
this is not my street
this is not my house
that is not my bed
this is not my town
another day
another night
i wanna go home
i can't find the way
the levee broke
the water came
went all the way up to my roof
i crawled up there and cried
what else could i do?
a boat brought me to i-10
i sat there three days
maybe four
thousands stranded on the interstate
every hour
boats brought more
we wanna go home
we can't find the way
with nothing but our dreams
and memories of who we've been
scattered forth like seeds
at the mercy of the wind