christmas in new orleans
jones, rickie lee
the streets are all empty
why do you let them see you cry?
who can say what breaks inside?
me i woke up in the wings
and i still can't recognize
this sound my scars make when i sing
how would i explain a love
that fell down from the stars
and burned a light into the dark
that was my life for a while
and now you wake up again
bet you don't tell her that
we all hope you're cold up there
how do you explain a love
that fell down from the stars
and burned a light into the dark?
so when you're lost out here
on the other side of desire
come on in and warm your hands
we're all drinking and singing songs
and every ghost there at the bar
wishes that you were here